Much as Father and Mother had cavilled,
She smoked, drank, had sex with men, travelled;
As if to embarrass,
She fucked in Rome, Paris…
Their plans (college, marriage) unravelled!
Tag: marriage
Blowing his own bugle
Quite romantic, but nonetheless frugal,
He searched for a girlfriend on Google;
“Big cock, single guy,
Seeking wife. Please reply…”
Now his fucks are all free, and conjugal.
The girlfriend
Over time marriage soured, love dwindled;
She felt she’d been screwed, used and swindled.
Though not quite intended,
A girl she befriended
Seduced her and passion rekindled!
The eternal question
Her fond hope had, as things had been headed,
Been, soon, to have been safely wedded;
The church, the gold ring!
Would he do the right thing,
Or abandon her, now she’d been bedded?
Carried over the threshold
Just the semblance remained of normality.
Marriage, love, sex, the totality,
All said and done,
Just rolled on, once begun!
Being fucked was a mere formality!
But the flesh is weak
Though her flesh was hot, still, in her bones,
And despite her involuntary moans,
She still guiltily knew
That a girl shouldn’t do,
What a good girl till marriage postpones.
Nature's way
He thought marriage and faithfulness strange,
And could see no good reason to change.
He saw sex as organic,
Felt no moral panic,
And liked all his women free-range.
To have and to hold
They’d just met, but he seemed rather nice;
A few glasses of wine broke the ice.
She envisaged her life,
As his well-maintained wife,
For which shagging him seemed a small price
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