He’d sworn love, promised always to stay with her;
Lies, till he had his damn way with her!
Cold as he grew,
Though he’d used her, she knew,
She still loved the cad, do what he may with her!
Tag: love
Love the one you're with
She just wanted to be his best friend,
But the boy got his way in the end;
He said “Heavens above!
It’s just sex, it’s not love!
If it’s romance you want, just pretend!
Kissin' cousins
Was it sinful? Illegal? Ill-fated?
Once found out, what fuss it created!
Young people in love;
They fuck. Heavens above!
Do you think that they care they’re related?
Oops!
What with wondering if it would fit,
Having poked round the outside a bit,
Going on about love,
He just gave one more shove,
And then something gave way and … “Oh shit!”
Impatience
“If you loved me, you’d fuck me,” he said.
“Come on, prove that you do! Come to bed!”
Of course, once she’d been dared,
(It was not that she cared),
She stripped off. “Pussy, arse or some head?”
Carried over the threshold
Just the semblance remained of normality.
Marriage, love, sex, the totality,
All said and done,
Just rolled on, once begun!
Being fucked was a mere formality!
D.I.Y.
Masturbation’s a DIY measure
A pastime, when bored or at leisure.
Of course, it’s not love,
But, when push comes to shove,
Fucking’s also about one’s own pleasure.
Disillusionment
While she sucked it, and gave it a crank,
She thought “This isn’t love, to be frank.
I’m just a receptacle,”
(Cynical, sceptical),
“Someone inside whom to wank!”
Love, more or less
The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
The human comedy
She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”