Well, of course, she was angry and shaken,
Hung-over, next day, to awaken,
Lips smudged, sticky, nude;
It seemed plain she’d been screwed,
Though a girl might, perhaps, be mistaken!
Tag: screwed
Steep learning curve
She’d been screwed everywhere that was hollow,
Gagged, giggled, and made herself swallow;
She felt like a slut,
Which she rather liked, but
She did wonder what else was to follow!
Breeding
Those who’ve screwed her, or been given head agree,
All those who’ve been in her bed agree,
Though she’s a bitch,
Though she wear not a stitch,
She’s still, plainly, a bitch of good pedigree.
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!
Truth hidden in plain sight
She came home to her husband afraid
That he’d know from her face that she’d strayed,
So she said to him (nude),
“God I need to be screwed!”
(A reliable trick of the trade.)
Mismatched
It did seem they were rather mismatched;
When they screwed she seemed somewhat detached.
Out of boredom or scorn,
When he came, she’d just yawn
And when being gone down on , she scratched.
Serendipity
She’d been screwed, she was led to surmise,
By the evidence, dried on her thighs,
As she yawned, when she woke,
In the bed of some bloke,
His identity one more surprise!
Nightmare
He at least asked if she was awake;
“And what difference,” she said, “would that make?
I’d get fucked either way!”
“Yes,” he said, “but you may
Have been fucked up the arse by mistake!”
Wake-up call
It does give one a bit of a shake-up,
One hung-over morning, to wake up,
With some girl, quite nude,
Whom one probably screwed,
Lying there with bad hair and smudged make-up.
Workplace relations
Jones, the gardener, grew madly jealous
Of Wilbur, the groom, who’d screwed Alice,
The scullery maid,
For which slight she now paid,
As he rooted her, tied to the trellis!