She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Tag: lust
Bestiary
Ranting priests, moral tracts did not trammel
His pleasures! No red-blooded mammal
Was safe from his lust,
Though to choose, if he must,
His first love was a Bactrian camel!
Vandals and Goths
When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!
No time like the present
Much and all as beforehand she’d lusted,
Once naked, the poor girl grew flustered.
She begged him, “Not now!”
But got fucked anyhow,
And she found that she quickly adjusted.
The urgency of love
She thought only of sex. So apalling!
Love, then, this in which she was falling?
Her breast ached with lust;
She would fuck him! She must!
God! How whorish! She’d missed her damn calling!
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
Testing the water
She decided it came down to trust,
She, like him, bursting, brim-full with lust;
They’d entirely strip,
He’d put in just the tip,
Part her lips, rub and slip, but not thrust!
Mechanics for beginners
The mechanics had been much discussed,
Her timidity tempered their lust;
They lay naked in bed,
He slipped in just the head…
She’s still virginal, though only just!
Indiscretion, the better part of valour
Soon the pleasure became so intense,
She gave in and gave up all pretence
Of resistance, and just
Became slave to her lust,
Poised in inter-orgasmic suspense!
Therapy
They’d had sex, but it wasn’t her fault,
Not from love, nor from lust, not assault,
It was more the moonlight,
That their stars just seemed right,
More the vibe, or the groove, the gestalt!