Although saying “I love you” seems trite,
It should cause no offence, and just might,
With a little good luck,
Perhaps lead to a fuck,
And, if true, make the fucking alright!
Tag: love
Familiarity V contempt
Yes, he’d rooted her (rather delightful),
To show that he could, (which was spiteful),
To prove her a slut,
Which he had, of course, but
They were sort of in love, which was frightful!
Darwinism at work
The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!
Seasons past
All her life, endless lonely Septembers,
Each spring, flowers bloom, she remembers;
Alone in her bed,
Love’s words breathlessly said,
His hot touch, her sighs fanning the embers.
Etymology
“Friends with benefits”, “cum-chums”, “fuck-buddies”,
In etymological studies,
Are casual things
No commitment, no strings.
Love’s a notion for old fuddy-duddies!
Her cards close to her chest
Her great love for him, never expressed,
Had not, therefore, been put to the test.
He’d have tried, had he known,
From her rapt gaze alone,
She’d have given her all, on request!
Fond hope
A young woman, of whom he was fond,
When he told her so, didn’t respond,
In like kind, as he’d hoped…
Furthermore… when he groped,
Sad to say, she was not even blonde!
The way to a girl’s heart
Much as girls who are new to the art yearn
For love, soon the ones who are smart learn
That giving good head
May accomplish instead
Little more than a sore throat and heartburn!
Without benefit of clergy
When he fucked her, she got quite enraged,
But her guilt pangs were somewhat asuaged,
Lying there in his bed,
Yes, he loved her, he said.
“Good!” she said. “Does this mean we’re engaged?”
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.