When the guy after whom she’d so lusted
Found out, she thought “Shit! Like, so busted!”
He wanted some head…
She’d have fucked him instead,
She complained… but remained keen as mustard.
Tag: lust
Sheep gone astray
How on earth to religious girls cope?
Kiss a boy and allow him a grope,
Like as not giving in
To lust, ecstasy, sin,
Trying hard not to think of the Pope.
The id and the ego
She’d been used like a slut, hurt, disgraced.
She recalled it with lust, yet distaste,
But she’d do it again,
Which, as Freud would explain,
Masturbation, of course, just displaced.
Heraldic device
That her virtue be taken so cheaply,
His prick rampant, rising so steeply,
With one savage thrust,
In a wild fit of lust!
Betrayed trust! It affected her deeply.
Window of opportunity
Why on earth would a young girl abstain,
Be as horny as hell, but refrain,
And not give in to lust?
Such a waste, and for just
Some uncertain, vague, post-mortem gain!
Learning on the job
Though a sin, as he knew, lust burned on;
He was constantly hard and turned on,
So he went to a whore,
With whom fucking, and more,
Could be practised, learned in, (or learned on).
Love and lust
Love and lust; the line’s quite indistinct,
Blurred and stretched, often jagged and kinked.
Is love more in the mind,
Lust more brutish? You’ll find
They’re, of course, inextricably linked.
Harem-scarem
Harem guard: a job much over-rated.
Bald, fat, shrivelled penis, castrated,
Not given to lust,
A man sultans might trust
With their concubines yet to be mated.
The balance of probability
Though she put up some token resistance,
Maintained a (heart-breaking) safe distance,
At last she gave in,
Though she knew it a sin,
To his lustful, soft-spoken insistence!
Sexual logistics
The most timid girl comes to know lust.
Lust implies penetration, so must
Suggest fucking some way,
Straight, or weird, or gay;
Cunts, thank god, though, are pretty robust!