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!
Tag: lust
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.
Stretching the friendship
Out of sheer damn bone-headed lust,
He crammed all his big cock in her, just!
About half an inch more,
Though, she inwardly swore,
And her pussy would pretty much bust!
Self-awareness
What’s a man to do? Who could help lusting?
So beautiful, young, and so trusting!
“Damn perv!” he admits,
As he fondles her tits.
Even he thinks he’s bloody disgusting!
Humbert
Feeling guilty, somewhat self-disgusted,
He looked at her, helplessly lusted!
So vibrant, so young,
Perfect tits, lips bee-stung…
And so trusting! But could he be trusted?
Reading the signs
He was nice, but she thought she detected
A hint, though she might stand corrected,
He wanted her just
To indulge his vile lust,
Which he did, pretty much as expected!
Wishful thinking
Getting older, still virgin, such lust!
It’s a case of get rooted or bust!
Drooping tits, pushing thirty,
Thoughts constantly dirty,
Her pussy just gathering dust!
A bone to pick
She protested he didn’t damn own her,
If other men wanted to phone her!
He had to agree,
But the thing was, you see,
He just wanted her body, to bone her!
Sabbatical
Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.