Over time marriage soured, love dwindled;
She felt she’d been screwed, used and swindled.
Though not quite intended,
A girl she befriended
Seduced her and passion rekindled!
Tag: screwed
Gin, ironic
When the Mistress got into a mood
She’d sit nude in the parlour and brood,
Drinking gin, cursing men,
By whom, had she, back then,
Just said yes, she might well have been screwed!
No illusions
Fucking’s fucking, she thought, crude and graceless,
That romance crap totally baseless.
When in the right mood
She quite liked being screwed,
Though the men that she rooted were faceless.
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Two in the bush
She’d somehow, just instinctively, known,
Whether supine or kneeling or prone,
Two was better than one,
Being screwed much more fun
Than her finger at home on her own!
Broken in
Well he knew she was no longer chaste;
She’d been screwed and abandoned, disgraced…
That she’d rooted some toff,
Not one bit put him off;
Such sweet crumpet should ne’er go to waste!
Hospitality
She could always, of course, have said no,
But they seemed like quite nice fellows though,
So she thought, “What the hell!”
She went to their hotel,
And screwed two, four, six, eight in a row!
Why not?
In the end, he would not be denied,
Though he hadn’t been pushy, or lied.
She was already nude,
Didn’t mind being screwed;
It was just that she couldn’t decide!
English informality
She said, smiling, still charmingly nude,
“That was lovely, and now that we’ve screwed,
I would rather prefer
No more stiff ‘miss and sir’;
We’re on first name terms, now, yes?” she cooed.
The gigolo
She awaited her handsome young gigolo,
Wishing her bum didn’t jiggle so,
Blushing and nude,
Having paid to be screwed;
It would give all her girlfriends a giggle though!