The damn bitch! Mean and nasty! Cold-hearted!
He’d loved her, of course, when it started.
It didn’t last long,
Though he’d done nothing wrong…
Just that time, when they fucked, and he farted.
Tag: love
Can’t buy me love
The poor fool, she thought, stifling a laugh,
Mooning round like a damn lovesick calf!
If it weren’t for his money…
She cooed “Kiss me, honey!”
And winked at his lackeys and staff.
Handbag
The poor girl, so in love, so confused…
Was she just there to keep him amused?
To look good by his side,
While she’s dying inside?
To be fucked, when he liked, and abused?
Come and gone
At an age where her prospects had dwindled,
Romance had, at last, it seemed, kindled!
She lowered her pants,
Leaving nothing to chance,
But next morning found out she’d been swindled!
Plain talkin’
“Would you kindly stop sayin’ I’m pretty”,
She said. “‘Cause I ain’t, more’s the pity.
Quit talkin’ ’bout love. It
Fair sickens me! Shove it!
And get your damn hand off my titty!”
Cold comfort
Her cold heart began, slowly, to melt.
If she’d known how the poor fellow felt…
He’d confessed though, at last…
More tongue! Not so damn fast!
She cried, clasping his head, where he knelt.
Love’s labours lost
She’d left home, seeking fortune and fame,
Which, like love, sad to say, never came.
She’d had plenty of men,
Some who’d paid, now and then,
Her dark secret, her innermost shame!
Afterthoughts
He pulled out of her, started to shrivel.
She thought it would only be civil
To thank her, at least,
(Bloody ungrateful beast),
Say he loved her, and all of that drivel!
Home truth
Love and romance? Just drôle, silly fiction!
Contrary to such dull depiction,
Men fancy big tits,
And a pussy that fits
Slick as silk, and with just enough friction!
Love possibly
Gobs of cum in her hair, on her dress.
Daddy sitting up waiting, she’d guess…
The damn strap in his hand!
Would her folks understand?
It was love! Or quite like. More or less.