He was balding and fat, ugly, sleazy,
Hands dirty, unshaven, hair greasy,
Disgusting and smelly…
Nosed up to his belly,
She thought “Even blow jobs ain’t easy. “
Tag: prostitution
Frame of mind
She’s developed the whore’s frame of mind…
Embraced lust, and left all shame behind…
The wild joy that she gives,
Any just god forgives…
Never mind if dull prudes blame her kind.
Spit first
Just a cheap little whore, a survivor…
Do anything , like, for a fiver…
Fuck, suck, do deep throat,
For just one crispy note…
Up the arse, with a bit of saliva!
A girl’s fortune
Just sixteen, and her father a cop…
Fucking men, fifty dollars a pop…
“A slut, that’s what I am”,
She said… “Money for jam!
So I spread my legs, opened up shop!”
Cobh
There was a young hussy from Cobh
You could have for a couple of bob,
An absurdly low price,
But she found the work nice,
And she’d just say “A job is a job.”
Spoiled for choice
Said the madam, “Good evening Sir!
Choose a lady… this one… maybe her…
Young or older, black, white,
All on hand to delight
All at once, even, if you prefer!
Sly
She was streetwise, sharp-witted and wily.
“Hello,. It’s cold out,” she said shyly.
“Let’s go in this bar…
Or perhaps in your car,
And warm up, you and me,” she said slyly.
A family concern
One, two, three… well, that’s one hole apiece…
Pussy , ass… bit of spit, bit of grease…
Mmm… You boys are well hung…
If you want something young,
Then there’s also my daughter and niece!
Upkeep
“Just get whores,” said his mate. “It’s much cheaper… “
Well, yeah… but his girlfriend’s a keeper…
Right from their first screw…
He’d said “Alright for you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Fuck me harder and deeper!”
Liquidity
At the flash of a hundred buck note,
She said ‘Whatcha want, baby? Deep throat?
Pussy, ass, the whole lot?
Tie me up? Shit, why not?
Yeah, whatever the fuck floats your boat!