Not the tenderness of the embrace,
Not the search for love… that’s not the case…
To his own mild surprise
It’s the bagging the prize,
The lust, madness, the thrill of the chase.
Tag: lust
Falling
Just the prospect of sex was appalling…
The grunting, the smells, the damned mauling…
It seemed though she must…
It was part of it… lust…
Of this love into which she was falling.
Doubling down
So extreme was the young fellow’s lust
And so deep and so forceful his thrust,
That the double bed broke,
Yet he ceased not to poke,
Though the lady concerned was concussed!
The thirst
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
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.