love – Page 11 – Pete's Limericks

Impatience

“If you loved me, you’d fuck me,” he said.
“Come on, prove that you do! Come to bed!”
Of course, once she’d been dared,
(It was not that she cared),
She stripped off. “Pussy, arse or some head?”

Carried over the threshold

Just the semblance remained of normality.
Marriage, love, sex, the totality,
All said and done,
Just rolled on, once begun!
Being fucked was a mere formality!

D.I.Y.

Masturbation’s a DIY measure
A pastime, when bored or at leisure.
Of course, it’s not love,
But, when push comes to shove,
Fucking’s also about one’s own pleasure.

Disillusionment

While she sucked it, and gave it a crank,
She thought “This isn’t love, to be frank.
I’m just a receptacle,”
(Cynical, sceptical),
“Someone inside whom to wank!”

The human comedy

She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”

Amore

Dice lei, “Caro, come ti amo!
Benche non sei il primo, diciamo
Tu sei il migliore
Facendo l’amore,
Adesso, poi, abbracciamo!”

Unlucky in love

She thought sex, overall, over-rated;
A fuck and love never equated.
Her first was the worst…
Deep inside her she nursed
Her misgivings, and just masturbated.

Therapy

They’d had sex, but it wasn’t her fault,
Not from love, nor from lust, not assault,
It was more the moonlight,
That their stars just seemed right,
More the vibe, or the groove, the gestalt!