You’d have thought they might go hand in glove,
But they don’t, not when push comes to shove.
A good fuck’s just a fuck
And its sheer dumb luck
If there’s any suggestion of love.
Tag: love
Love hurts
She remained resolutely enamoured…
“I l-l-l-love you!” she stammered,
Not even appalled
By her tits being mauled,
And her poor pretty arse being hammered!
Sex and the soul
Her mad love spiralled out of control…
Anytime… Anywhere.. Any hole!
Brother, sister… who cared?
It was love, and they dared…
Though it cost her her life, or her soul!
The twist
She remembered the first time they kissed…
It was love at first sight… with a twist!
“Have you ever been fisted?”
He asked. She resisted…
But let him, just up to his wrist.
Inamorata
Her poor cunt had been thoroughly hammered…
The sod! She’d been blindly enamoured!
No love in his thrust,
Just the slaking of lust…
“I h-h-h-hate you!” she stammered.
Been and gone
The poor lassie, all pale and wan…
“Woe is me! Lackaday! Love is gone!
Johnny’s run off somewhere…
He did love me, I swear…
Though we did only fuck off and on.”
Lassitude
Protestations of love, disingenuous…
Arguments, logic… so tenuous…
Still disinclined,
She said “Please, do you mind…
Let’s not fuck… Perhaps something less strenuous?”
The shack-up
She was hot, that girl, bloody well stacked,
The cute blonde, up with whom he was shacked,
And she loved him as well,
So it seemed… hard to tell…
It might all be a bit of an act.
Is this love?
Is this love? I’ve been acting quite queerly.
Something like that, she thought. Clearly.
Fucking… well, yeah…
Up the arse though? I swear
He can do what he wants to me really.
Hard to please
All her talk about love… bloody soppy!
Worse still, how she got herself stroppy…
Or sad… don’t know which…
When he fucked her, dumb bitch…
And her much-travelled cunt was damn sloppy!