Marriage vows make a thing of fidelity…
These days, though, fashions, locality
Mean folks don’t mind
Leaving all that behind…
Fuck whoever, like… universality!
Tag: marriage
Life is short
Her mum said “Go out girl, misbehave…
Marry someone… but don’t be no slave…
Do the deed ev’ry night…
You know what they say, right?
You ain’t gonna get fucked in your grave!
Drawing the line
She’s a keeper alright… fuckin hot!
Deep throat, anal… the whole fuckin lot!
Buy her flowers and stuff…
That’s, like, all fair enough…
But for fucksake, man, don’t tie the knot!
His thoughts straying
Marriage stagnant, his wife cold and bitter,
But sex is a curious critter…
She’d die if she knew
All the vile things he’d do,
If he could, to their kids’ hot teen sitter.
Accept
He proposed, and her tender heart leapt…
Rich and handsome… a great catch, except
That he drank to excess,
Gambled, whored too… and yes,
She did know of the mistress he kept.
Ho hum
Married, kids… sex is kinda ho-hum…
Like her pussy’s somehow just gone numb…
Hubby can’t go without it,
Says “Babe, how about it?”
She sighs, “Maybe try up my bum.”
Institutionalised
I think marriage a fine institution,
And often the only solution.
For girls, what remains
If they lack looks or brains,
Is the convent, or else prostitution!
Discontent
Over years she’d come to accept
That her husband was fucking inept…
Well a woman has needs,
Which a proper man heeds…
To be well fucked and suitably kept.
For better or worse
How on earth was she somehow betrothed
To this man, whom she heartily loathed!
Bad as that, though, may be,
How much worse still to see
His smug smirk and his body unclothed!
Wedded bliss
When she’d fucked, once, she’d pleaded for more..
But now, married, it’s kind of a bore…
Wham, bam, always the same,
It just seems such a shame…
Better, frankly, to be a damn whore!