Fallen out of love, all that remains
Sorrow, anger, regrets; the heart’s pains,
And a half-empty bed,
Pillow shaped by her head,
Rumpled sheets, stale perfume, cum stains.
Tag: love
Falling
Just the prospect of sex was appalling…
The grunting, the smells, the damned mauling…
It seemed though she must…
It was part of it… lust…
Of this love into which she was falling.
Goddess
Like a goddess, the girl he adored,
Though in many ways, sadly, much flawed…
She in fact was a whore
And, what’s worse, she cost more
Than a fellow like him could afford.
Between the lines
Though the sentiments written were tender,
She firmly wrote “Return to sender”…
His words of love moot,
She was sure a root
Was most certainly on his agenda.
Drilling down
A great body, a breaker of hearts,
Skilled at all the erotic dark arts…
A great fuck… but to love?
Like, if push come to shove,
Is she more than the sum of her parts?
They agreed this was love, heart to heart…
No more loneliness, being apart…
Just imagine their joy,
A young girl, a young boy…
Not quite fucking, but still, it’s a start!
Push comes to shove
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.
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.