“M-m-my g-g-god!” she cried, stammering…
“My c-c-c-cunt! What a hammering!”
“Take that!” he thought.
“A good hard fuck… if short.
It at least stopped your fucking shrill yammering!”
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Tough
His whip cracked. He cried “Suffer, bitch, suffer!”
“Tough slut,” he thought. “Never seen tougher!”
He whipped her some more,
Fucked her hard… shock and awe!
He came… stopped… and she said “Do it rougher!”
Eden
Eve lay panting, the storm now abated,
While Adam smiled smugly, well sated,
And prayed to God “Thanks!
No more lonely damn wanks…
Eve’s the best fucking thing you’ve created!”
The nesting instinct
She was physically rather well blessed,
Which she showed off, the way that she dressed…
Never once fucked a guy
Without some reason why,
Which in some way helped feather her nest!
Lonesome cowboy
Since fifteen or so, when he’d begun,
Sex had never been more than just fun…
Though she loved him, she said,
And was awesome in bed,
She was just one more notch on his gun.
A rose by any other name
She’s been called a slut, which she denies,
But the sway of her arse and her thighs,
And her big bouncy tits…
Well, it pretty much fits…
Slut or prick-tease, whichever applies!
On the shelf
Poor girl, flower of youth sadly wilted,
She knitted and crocheted, and quilted.
Nor mother nor wife,
Never fucked in her life…
Once engaged, for a month, and then jilted.
Not just a pretty face
Pretty face, a good body, sweet-scented,
Though kissed and groped, never been entered,
Her hymen intact,
(I can vouch for the fact),
Although frayed at the edges and dented!
For the use of
“Local girls” said the sarge. “For the use of.
For sampling the sexual juice of.
For casual rooting
In lulls in the shooting.
For sport and for carnal abuse of.”
Rebuffed
His romantic advances rebuffed,
Flabbergasted, milord huffed and puffed.
“Turn me down, would you, bitch?
That’s a bit jolly rich!
You can bloody well go and get stuffed!”