In the now

Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.

Enough

“We’ll get married one day”… the old lie,
She thought, wiping herself, with a sigh.
Still, the sex was okay…
Quite enough, in a way…
And he loved her, he said… pigs might fly!

Sore loser

She likes sex, but she might like it more,
If the men didn’t call her a whore…
And, like, make her do stuff
Kinda dirty and rough,
And her arse and her pussy get sore.

The commute

“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”

Lateral thinking

When he came she said “Yuk!” and “Ah phooey!
This stuff is gross! Fishy and gooey…
Don’t go for the taste…
It would go less to waste
Bacon-flavoured maybe, and more chewy.