She’d split many a marriage asunder,
Which was, of course, small cause for wonder;
Well, not to those matrons,
Whose husbands were patrons,
Whose bellies she’d damply been under!
Tag: prostitution
Niche market
From the gentry, the titled and landed,
By stages, she’d lowered her standard;
She now spread her limbs,
At the lecherous whims
Of low types, to whose vile tastes she pandered.
Love's labour's profit and loss
As for sex, the girl’s rapidly learning,
Becoming, in fact, quite discerning;
A root’s just a root,
And it might, or not, suit
Her, depending on how much she’s earning.
Helping the needy
The old madam was glad to arrange,
At a premium rate of exchange,
For a man’s every need,
Out of meanness and greed,
Be it ever so nasty and strange!
Incest by proxy
She might just have looked young for her age,
(And such things can be tricky to gauge);
Though she looked like his daughter,
He’d guiltily bought her,
Lust mixed with self-loathing and rage.
Terms of trade
Though she wasn’t a hooker, as such,
It depended on what… and how much…
If she felt in the mood
To be lovelessly screwed…
If she liked him, she’d sometimes go Dutch!
Buy one, get one free
She’d agreed, and they’d come to the price;
She said “Two hundred bucks would suffice.”
He said “That’s a bit much!”
She said “No pay, no touch,
But you can, if you want, fuck me twice.”
Heart of gold
Since he’d payed for the hotel, she thought,
(And the airfares and presents), she ought
To allow him some joy,
The poor dear old boy,
At the last gasp, the final resort!
Impeccable taste
“Though I know, my girl, how I repel you,
I’ll pay well; just do as I tell you:
No soap or shampoo.
Do not wipe when you poo
And lie still, while I lick you and smell you!”
Round figures
Her proportions were quite Rabelaisian,
And put to good use, on occasion,
A banker, perhaps;
Handsome, destitute chaps,
Though, were not in her social equation!