Not a tart, but a slut still, essentially,
(Liked a good fuck, confidentially!)
Lovers to burn,
But loved each one in turn;
Rooting one then another, sequentially.
Tag: slut
Sidewalk special
She’s so bored, staring out at four walls;
She goes out, struts her stuff round the malls.
That cute guy in the suit,
Might he fancy a root?
Nah. Just standing there, scratching his balls.
Reverse snobbery
Just a tart, her life no bed of roses,
Called slut; people looked down their noses,
But no damn Plain Jane;
She drank only champagne!
Consolation, of sorts, one supposes.
The barter economy
Maybelline lets the boys have a poke,
For a six pack of beer, a toke,
Or a ride in their truck …
Hell, she’ll give ’em a fuck
For a burger maybe and a coke!
The company she keeps
Though perhaps a bit strong to assert
That the woman’s a slut, or a flirt,
Still, she’s someone with whom,
If alone in a room,
A quick fuck would be hard to avert.
The truth hurts
So, they’re fucking. It starts to get rough.
She screams “”Punish me!” Just off the cuff.
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!
Fuck me! Slap me some more!
Sort of half true, but mostly all bluff.
Mouth-watering
He was not one to fuss, as a rule, over,
Make of himself a damn fool over
Some little slut.
That was very well, but
God! The bitch had a body to drool over!
Her mother would be proud
“Yeah”, she said, “I’m a little bit skanky,
My pussy’s sometimes a bit manky,
A slut, yep, I know,
But wherever I go,
I at least have clean knickers and hankie!”
Milord’s pleasure
Though of course she was only a peasant,
The fuck was exceedingly pleasant;
A young village slut
Quite beneath a man, but
She’d do well enough, just for the present!
Pre-feminism
With a pussy as snug as a thimble,
Athletic, inventive and nimble,
She loved a good root,
But her great disrepute
Made her less than a feminist symbol!