Later on, she would find herself rueing
Her coyness, the billing and cooing,
And wish, ever so,
That she’d quit saying no,
Just said yes, and got on then with screwing!
Tag: screwing
Double dare
She and Tom, wearin’ nary a stitch,
When her sister walked in, little bitch!
She said “Oohh! What yer doin!
I’m gonna tell Mum, you were screwin’!”
“Fuck you…” Tom said… “too, if you snitch!”
The naive and sentimental lover
There’s this thing about screwing I hate;
When she comes, starts to moan and gyrate,
Getting off on my prick.
I’m like, what’s with this chick?
Be my guest! Come some more, while I wait!
No need for draws
For young girls, back then, up in the hills,
Rootin’, shootin’ were practical skills,
Screwin’ out or indoors
Brothers, uncles, in-laws,
Passed around, till they’d all had their fills.
Bodice-rippers
Bodice-rippers, soft-porn, girlie fiction,
Fall down in their squeamish depiction
Of actual screwing…
Whatever they’re doing
Lacks mucus, and spitting, and friction.
Done
Well, she thought, God, when all’s done and said, it
Was fun, and wherever it led, it
Was well worth the doing,
Just finally screwing!
She’d come too, twice, much to his credit!
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Comeuppance
“What you need’s a good screwing!” he chuckled,
And unzipped his pants and unbuckled.
“I’ll teach you to flirt!”
He said, lifting her skirt,
While she clung to the bed-post, white-knuckled!
Morality
It’s a curious concept, fidelity,
Strange philosophic duality,
Being untrue,
Screwing somebody new,
Is to face and deny one’s mortality.