Please excuse me, Madame, would you mind…
If, perhaps, you were that way inclined,
If I fucked, to be blunt,
Your delicious young cunt?
Be your guest? Thank you! Terribly kind!
Tag: proposition
Beatitude
Beatific! Face like a madonna,
Disgraceful young Brigid O’Connor
Looked up from her beer,
Said into his ear
“You’re cute! We can fuck, if you wanna!”
The chatting up
He said “Miss, if I might be so bold,
You may think that I’m sleazy and old,
But I’m rich, and I’ve got
A big house and a yacht,
And a very nice penis, I’m told.”
Shock and awe
“Want a fuck?” he said, sort of off-handish.
She laughed. It just seemed so outlandish!
He then, to her shock,
Said “I’ve got a nice cock…”
Which he whipped out, to gleefully brandish!
Not backward being forward
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!
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.