Why not kiss him? she thought, with a shrug…
Maybe give him a suck, or a tug…
Worst case, what? A quick fuck…
Or perhaps, by bad luck,
Her nude corpse, rotting, wrapped in a rug/
Tag: murder
Family business
That their families fought a vendetta
Just made her hot pussy get wetter.
She fucked him, poor guy,
And then, stifling a sigh,
Shot him dead with her little Beretta!
Ripping yarn
The poor gin-sodden whore swayed and tottered.
Jack followed her, sickly besotted…
She stopped for a pee,
Where nobody could see…
And he finished her there, where she squatted!
Gentleman Jack
Quite the dandy, effete, champagne sipper,
By night, he became Jack the Ripper;
Gas-light, a dark street,
The first girl that he’d meet
Ravished, stabbed, slit and splayed like a kipper.