Though the sentiments written were tender,
She firmly wrote “Return to sender”…
His words of love moot,
She was sure a root
Was most certainly on his agenda.
Tag: proposition
The height of rudeness
That dumb bitch that he met at the pub
Flipped the bird at him, gave him the snub…
Fuckin’ laughed in his face…
What a fuckin’ disgrace!
Like, not even a suck or a rub!
The direct approach
Though it’s not, strictly speaking, correct,
If the young lady doesn’t object,
You can bypass the hours
Of small talk and flowers,
And go to the fucking direct!
Getting to the point
Said my dad, “Lad, seduction’s an art:
There are three ways to win a girl’s heart.
You can say it with flowers,
Or verse, which takes hours,
Or just say “Lie down, legs apart!”
Invitation
“Did you like,” she said, “watching me pee?
Wanna root? You can do me DP!
Come to mine. Bring a friend!”
And before she pressed SEND,
“Maybe anal too. RSVP”
Remark of Zorro
“Señorita, it gives me great sorrow…
I can’t stay to fuck you,” said Zorro.
“You’re beautiful nude,
But I’m hotly pursued…
Do not dress… I shall come back tomorrow!”
Red flags aflutter
Oh God! Wonders, it seems, never cease!
His outrageously sexy young niece,
Half nude, fresh out of bed,
Has just twerked him and said
“Like my ass? Wanna tear off a piece?”
Miss-givings
What on earth does he possibly mean?
Gosh! Whatever it is sounds obscene!
Painful, possibly, too…
What’s a woman to do?
She’s most certainly not a bit keen!
Not wet behind the ears
Not too bright, but she wasn’t that dim…
When he said “Do you fancy a swim?”
He just wanted, to get
Her ass naked and wet,
She knew, not just some innocent whim.
What friends are for
It would seem to be rather moronic,
She said, that we keep this platonic…
It’s all very well
To be friends, my old pal,
But a good fuck’s an absolute tonic!