Once seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She soon turned to the world’s oldest trade.
She did rather well, though,
Dressed up nice… Even so,
It was all a pathetic charade!
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For better or worse
Well, he’s certainly unprepossessing,
She thought, while the groom was undressing.
Except for his cock!
The young bride gasped in shock,
And then fainted, poor thing! (A kind blessing!)
Not cock-a-hoop
To say “What a nice cock” would be trite.
It was pretty damn big, though, alright!
Well, we’ll jolly soon see!
She thought, cocking her knee.
It might not hit the spot, or it might!
God’s work
The Inquisitor scoffed, “She shall burn!
But repents not, as yet, I discern.
Let us flog those proud breasts!”
He exclaimed to his guests.
“Father Francis, I think it’s your turn.”
The common touch
“God!” she thought. “E’er so low one has stooped!
Being fucked like a whore! Rather pooped.”
It quite beggared belief!
What a blessed relief,
When he came, and his huge pizzle drooped!
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Refined tastes
She writhed, naked, and panted and sweated;
His wants and desires, unfettered,
Played out on her parts.
She succumbed to his arts,
His strange appetites hardly yet whetted!
The dandy
Quite the man about town was young Harold,
Smart-talking and gaudy-apparelled.
“I give you her hand,”
Said her Dad, gun in hand,
“And it ain’t just your name’s double-barrelled!”
Dining out
“Ya habibi”, he said. “Yes, I cheat,
But it’s not that your body’s not sweet!
Though it brings me delight,
It’s the same dish each night,
And, sometimes, a man craves for fresh meat!”
Persuasion
“If you want to, my lord,” she said sweetly,
Perhaps we could sneak off discreetly.
Your kisses inflame me!
Would anyone blame me
For letting you have me completely?”
When in Rome, do as the Romans do
Though her young heart would always be Zion’s,
A slave now, in Rome, clapped in irons,
Raped! Buggered, what’s more!
Might as well be a whore,
She despaired, as be fed to the lions!