Ursine

About seven foot, covered with hair,
The man looked, smelled and fucked like a bear!
Half grossed out, half enthralled,
She felt like she’d been mauled…
Didn’t kill her, but gave her a scare!

Can’t buy me love

The poor fool, she thought, stifling a laugh,
Mooning round like a damn lovesick calf!
If it weren’t for his money…
She cooed “Kiss me, honey!”
And winked at his lackeys and staff.

If

If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!