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.
Tag: semen
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.
A bit tacky
Pussy trickling a seminal ooze,
Down her thighs, squishing into her shoes,
Too far out of it, though,
To care, even to know
It was there, let alone wonder whose!
Rapture
Smitten, awestruck, enraptured, she gazed,
By excess of desire quite crazed,
As his penis unfurled,
Rampant, droplet be-pearled,
Like the leg of a beast, God be praised!
Beads and trinkets
For a necklace, some such gaudy trinket,
She might … but no! Don’t even think it!
To suck’s bad enough,
But to swallow the stuff!
In a wine glass… would anyone drink it?
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?
Yuk!
No, she thought, men are not to be trusted,
Disheartened, dismayed and disgusted,
The fuck’s bad enough,
Let alone the vile stuff,
With which most of her clothes was encrusted.
Plum in her mouth
Just at home, but her accent still plummy,
At breakfast she said “You know, Mummy,
I know we discussed
Sex and all that. It’s just …
Well, you never said semen’s so yummy!”