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.
Tag: love
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!
Living the dream
She’d adored him so long, from afar…
Then they hooked up one night in a bar…
Like a dream coming true!
But not love… that she knew…
As they fucked in the back of his car.
Hard to get
Introspective, shy, rather reclusive,
Which made her seem, though… what? Exclusive!
She seemed unaware
Of his love… Did she care?
Would to rape her be over-intrusive?
Lonesome cowboy
Since fifteen or so, when he’d begun,
Sex had never been done just for fun…
Though she loved him, she said,
And was awesome in bed,
She was just one more notch on his gun.
Maybe love
Though it might or might not have been love…
If it wasn’t, well, heavens above!
She was thrilled with her luck,
Having someone to fuck.
That’s what matters, when push comes to shove!
First kiss
When he kissed her, her timid heart leapt!
Dreams come true! Her Prince Charming! Except…
He was squeezing her breast!
She was being undressed!
Lust, not love, then, she thought, and she wept.
Love and marriage
“Love and marriage, so terribly kitsch!”
She said. “Look, you can call me a bitch,
But I’ll just try my luck,
Till I find World’s Best Fuck…
Who might hopefully, also be rich!”
Gone fishin
Does she love him? Nah! Not even fond.
There must be bigger fish in the pond!
Yeah, to tell the damn truth,
She’s just wasting her youth…
Trash his car. Take her jewels. Abscond!
Enough
“We’ll get married one day”… the old lie,
She thought, wiping herself, with a sigh.
Still, the sex was okay…
Quite enough, in a way…
And he loved her, he said… pigs might fly!