The kiss turned out to be the preamble,
That led to a wild, naked scramble,
The cries, gasps, the flood
Of his semen, her blood;
Contraception? A bit of a gamble!
Tag: semen
No inkling
The poor innocent girl had no inkling
The thing in her hand, fast unwrinkling,
Would start, soon enough,
To spurt out the white stuff,
On her face and her bosom now sprinkling!
Rude awakening
She thought “Jesus, I must have been drunk!”
When she woke up in bed with some punk.
He was hairy and gross,
Snuggled up way too close,
And her cunt was still full of his gunk!
Control freak
When she fucked, she liked being on top,
From the word go, until she said stop:
Her cunt clenched like a fist,
She’d hump, gyrate and twist,
Till she’d drained his last pearly white drop!
Blotted copy-book
A good catholic woman disdains
Using condoms, which rather explains,
If she doesn’t abstain,
How one knows where she’s lain,
From the wet spots and seminal stains.
Smooth bastard
An immoral, but smooth airline steward
Seduced a poor girl, whom he’d lured
Up into his room…
All too soon her poor womb
Was awash with his seminal fluid.
The voice of choice
In her orgasm’s ecstatic throes,
Every woman, within herself, knows,
When his semen is spilled,
That she’ll feel fulfilled,
That to do this was something she chose.
The company she keeps
At black masses, young witches consort
With the Devil and lewdly cavort.
They swallow the semens
Of beasts and of demons,
And burn at the stake, if they’re caught.