Making love, she gave body and, soul,
Head and heart, her all, gave herself whole,
Until slowly she learned,
When it isn’t returned,
Love or making love, both take a toll.
Tag: love
Protestations of love
Well, of course, in the course of events,
She got screwed. It was pretty intense!
All his talk about love;
Well, fuck! Heavens above!
It was hard to take too much offence.
First things first
Love and sex go together, ideally;
Know the girl’s name, at least, clearly.
Sometimes though, like,
It’s like riding a bike,
Just a fuck, and who gives a fuck, really?
The crux
He caressed her warm breasts; her pulse quickened.
Heart yearning, gut churning, quite sickened!
“I love you!” she sighed,
(His two fingers inside).
Like his cock, to her shock, the plot thickened!
The fine print
Call me cynical, dull doubting Thomas,
But never believe a girl’s promise
Of faithfulness, love;
Sex and stealth, hand in glove!
While they fuck us they keep themselves from us!
The other woman
Married, kids and a mortgage, I’m guessing,
She thought to herself, while undressing.
He loves me, of course,
But enough to divorce?
Being beautiful’s such a mixed blessing!
Depth
Breasts as soft and as sweet as marshmallow;
Enough, you’d have thought, for a fellow,
To like, if not love,
But when push came to shove,
She was quite disappointingly shallow!
Insightfulness
Yes, he calls her a slut, but not spitefully;
Sometimes he’s rough, but not frightfully,
Mostly in fun …
Some love’s better than none,
And his cock fits her fanny delightfully!
Vile seducer
Since love’s flame’s first libidinous flickers,
Fermented and spiritous liquors
Unscrupulous men
Have used time and again
To get into some young virgin’s knickers.
Love and lust
Love and lust; the line’s quite indistinct,
Blurred and stretched, often jagged and kinked.
Is love more in the mind,
Lust more brutish? You’ll find
They’re, of course, inextricably linked.