She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
Tag: shame
Party-starter
Truth or Dare, that’s the name of the game;
Shame, embarrassment, sex thrills the aim.
So, she’s naked, (well natch!)
Red-faced, spreading her snatch…
But so far it’s all still pretty tame.
Natural beauty
Husband dead, drunken bastard, unmourned,
Jewels, fine clothes and bonnets long pawned,
And still young, more’s the shame!
So she went on the game,
Lovely body, most nights, unadorned!
Romeo and Juliet
Juliet, horny, woke up at cock-crow.
Her hand, once again, felt his cock grow.
Somewhat to her shame,
She did not know his name.
Was it Romeo? Bloody nice cock though!
Gin fling
He was named, shamed, and charged with assault,
But, in fairness, it wasn’t his fault:
They were both drunk on gin,
He was more out than in,
When the girl got cold feet and called halt.