His wild thirst for sex left still unquenched,
Her poor pussy bedraggled, cum-drenched,
He kept fucking… wham-bam!
Didn’t give a goddam
In whose cunt he was deeply entrenched
Tag: lust
Inamorata
Her poor cunt had been thoroughly hammered…
The sod! She’d been blindly enamoured!
No love in his thrust,
Just the slaking of lust…
“I h-h-h-hate you!” she stammered.
Lustful
“You don’t say!” Mindless chatter… She’s racked
By her lust, as a matter of fact…
Slut and virgin in one…
Sex must be so much fun!
How the funk, sweat and splatter attract!
If push came to shove
Her ripe body he couldn’t but covet…
He knew in his heart that she’d love it…
Awake, late at night,
He dreamed dreams of her tight
Secret places he wanted to shove it.
Subtext
“Fuckin fuck off!” she said, mean and vicious.
“Quite right,” he thought. “Bein’ suspicious.”
He’d get in her pants
If he got half a chance…
And by God, she’d be bloody delicious!
First kiss
When he kissed her, her timid heart leapt!
Dreams come true! Her Prince Charming! Except…
He was squeezing her breast!
She was being undressed!
Lust, not love, then, she thought, and she wept.
Nasty, brutish and short
The man’s lust was wild, brutish, unfettered…
Poor girl, she’d been groped, mauled, hard petted,
But strangely enough,
Although needlessly rough,
Soon her pussy was thoroughly wetted.
The dog’s bite
Her old husband’s a dog in the manger…
She winks at the handsome young stranger…
She’ll fuck him tonight,
Out of lust. Out of spite…
Hot desire enhanced by the danger!
The procreative imperative
A man’s motives are rarely abstruse;
He wants sex, with the slightest excuse.
Lust, the thrill, power, greed,
Justified as a need,
Like for drugs, and about as much use.
The compromise
Though their marriage was fairly robust,
Lots of sex, (but not very much lust),
They both turned a blind eye
To stray roots, the odd lie,
As one might, to save pain, and so must.