It’s no use getting into a tizz,
She thought, mopping out most of his jizz.
So he’s fucked her… so what?
It’s just slime, pecker-snot!
So chill out, like. It is what it is!
Tag: semen
The jokers
In the end the poor girl spat the dummy…
Her face, tits and hair rank and cummy!
These horrible blokes,
And their practical jokes…
Even telling her semen was yummy!
Nice
At the party she’d seemed la-di-da,
But next morning, in T shirt, no bra,
While she scrambled his eggs,
Semen crusting her legs,
She seemed… sort of… just nice! There you are!
Routed
Her resistance, at last, was worn down.
Hobbling home, broken heel, torn gown,
Heaving bosom half bare,
Sticky stuff in her hair…
Which explained the poor girl’s forlorn frown.
All for love
The poor girl, still completely besotted,
Lay naked, his spent semen clotted
On belly, on thighs,
On her chin and her eyes…
“Well,” she thought, “that’s my copybook blotted!”
Rite of passage
She climbs in through the window, heart leaping,
Her parents, she’s praying, still sleeping…
Soft giggle, a grunt,
The sill pressed on her cunt,
From which somebody’s semen is seeping.
Lady luck
From the stain on the front of his pants,
One imagined some sordid romance,
A nice, quick, messy fuck,
But no… sheer bad luck.
Unexpected, alas. Come-by-chance.
In vino veritas
She woke, naked, and covered with goo,
Squirted, splattered by goodness knows who,
On a damp, smelly bed,
Squishy pussy, sore head,
And thought “God! What on earth did I do?”
The charlatan
The sly preacher proclaimed she’d be cured
By faith, and his seminal fluid.
They prayed, she undressed;
She was orally blessed,
And her cunt sacramentally skewered!
In the scheme of things
She was prone to excess of emotion;
He flatly rejected the notion
His own small deposit,
(A thimble-full, was it?)
Was more than a drop in the ocean.