Seem’s like nothin’ that girl wouldn’t screw!
Blokes, of course, chicks-with-dicks…don’t mind who!
Old men, dykes, little boys,
All those big rubber toys,
Donkeys, dogs… damn! The whole fuckin zoo!
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Marital bliss
Being married, mate, sex is on tap,
His mate said. Lunchtime root, then a nap!
Or, you’re havin’ a drink,
And she’s there, at the sink,
Just say “Oi! Suck my cock, love!” SNAP! SNAP!
Test pilot
Once astride this machine he’d devised,
She was pleasantly, frankly, surprised,
Well, once over the shock,
That its piston-cranked cock
Felt so good, though prodigiously sized!
Similes
On the stage, the entrancing young stripper
Enticingly pulled down her zipper…
Arse cheeks like full moons,
Tits like down-filled balloons,
And a cunt like a kid leather slipper!
His lucky day
“Watcha waitin’ for, darlin’,” she laughed
“God! A woman would have to be daft,
To say no to a screw…
A cute fella like you!
Nice cock, too!” she said, hefting his shaft.
Resignation
“So,” she thought, with a sad mental shrug,
“It would seem that I’ve been a damn mug!
Stuck alone with this bloke,
And he’s after a poke,
Never mind just a suck or a tug!”
Self-basting
He said “Mate! What I mean is that she,
Get this, mate, is as keen as could be,
To be spit-roasted, mate!
Front or back! She can’t wait!
Maybe both, just between you and me!”
Rank and privilege
The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Life
She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!