Heat and lust

In the sweltering Indian heat,
In his bungalow room where they’d meet,
They made mad, torrid love, 
The fan whirling above,
Their sweat soaking the thin cotton sheet. 

Smallville

A hick town… not much tail to chase…
Mostly spoke for… which, bein’ the case,
Even if people knew,
If a fella should screw
His kid sister, it weren’t no disgrace. 

Glum

She walked home, sad and sorry and glum,
Disappointed at being so dumb,
Clots of cum in her cunt,
And all over her front,
Not to mention her mouth and her bum.