She developed a certain hysteria,
Worried about her interior…
Whether sex might,
In the space of a night,
Fill her pussy with germs and bacteria.
Tag: STD
So shall ye reap
Some damn virulent pox, quite obscure;
The doctor seemed rather unsure.
Discreet, gloved and masked,
“Many lovers?” he asked.
“Well,” she said, “one might wish they’d been fewer.”
A pox on both their houses
Pussy burning, a quite nasty itch,
When she pissed, God, it hurt like a bitch!
So she’d picked up the clap
From some poxy damn chap,
The big question, of course, being which?
Sexual hygiene
Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.
Rubbing it makes it worse
What to make of this intimate itch?
She rubbed idly, not wearing a stitch…
Not unpleasant, she thought…
Was it something she’d caught?
Or just horniness? Goodness knows which!
Bummer
She went out and got drunk and went slumming;
I guess the poor girl had it coming.
The sex had been great,
But now, bad luck or fate,
There was something not right with her plumbing!
Sore and sorry
He was handsome, his gaze was hypnotic,
His movements, his words so erotic,
She gave in, of course,
Later on, with remorse,
Taking doses of antibiotic.
Forest habitat
She reached down to her pussy, to scratch
In her pubic hair, thick as a thatch.
“I should shave it,” she thought.
“Must be something I caught,
Or more nits are beginning to hatch.”
When the clap was just the clap
Quite obsessed about all things erotic,
Her life became rather chaotic.
Diseases she caught
Hardly gave pause for thought,
Just the odd dose of antibiotic.
Poetic justice
He was ugly and stupid and gross!
The term “dumb jock” would be pretty close.
Though the fuck was OK,
At the end of the day
She was glad that she gave him a dose!