He made lots of unwanted advances.
He figured it increased his chances…
Like, “Fancy a fuck?:
With a little good luck…
Or just fuck ’em, whatever their answers!
Tag: proposition
Logical phallusy
She was pretty, but too intellectual…
Contemplate anything sexual,
First she’d ask why,
Then compose a reply,
Predicated on being contextual.
Not dying not knowing
He should ask for a fuck, it made sense,
Though she might well, of course, take offence,
But he might just get laid,
For what difference that made
In the overall tide of events.
One track mind
“All you men have a damn one track mind!”
She complained. “True,” he said, “but I find
Women think of sex too;
I’d be up for a screw,
If perchance you were that way inclined!”
The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.
Light relief
The damn cheek! She was rather amused,
And, to tell the truth, somewhat confused.
Not her type, not a bit;
Fuck him? Not in a fit!
For a laugh, though, it might be excused.
Manners make the man
She was neither stuck up, nor a prude,
But the fellow was vulgar and crude!
Had he been more polite,
Then perhaps she just might …
No! she thought. I’m just not in the mood!
All foreplay
She got naked, got down on all fours.
“Why you doin’ that girl?” “Just because …
Shit! I’m horny as hell!
And just so you can tell…
Anytime, any which way, I’m yours!”
Old friends
They met up for a drink and a chat.
He said “Hi”, gave her fanny a pat.
“How’s your love life?” he said.
She smiled, winked. “A bit dead.
Want a root?” “Yeah, why not?” That was that.
Invitation
“Free tonight?” he asked… laudable tact…
“Yes, perhaps. Could you be more exact?”
“Okay, how would it suit
To have dinner, then root?”
“Very well, as a matter of fact!”