She’s not sure now just how it started…
Her sexual services bartered…
Her husband would pay…
Cash or some other way,
Call her whore… of course only light hearted.
Tag: whore
Thing
So, the thing that I kind of abhor,
Is he treats me as if I’m a whore,
She said. Just there to screw…
Which I like, and I do…
But I just want… somehow… something more!
Frame of mind
She’s developed the whore’s frame of mind…
Embraced lust, and left all shame behind…
The wild joy that she gives,
Any just god forgives…
Never mind if dull prudes blame her kind.
Spit first
Just a cheap little whore, a survivor…
Do anything , like, for a fiver…
Fuck, suck, do deep throat,
For just one crispy note…
Up the arse, with a bit of saliva!
The itch
It ain’t fun anymore… fucking boring!
Her husband’s passed out. Drunk and snoring…
She’s horny as hell,
And she thinks “What the hell…
Call her girlfriend, go drinking and whoring!”
Use it or lose it
“Without sex, life would be such a bore,”
She said. “Men, women, orgies and more,
Random people, their pets,
It’s as good as it gets…
I mean, why would I not be a whore!”
Right neighbourly
The young wife of the fellow next door
Comes around once a week, sometimes more,
Fucks his brains out and goes…
Oral, anal… god knows!
She’s his own private, free of charge whore!
Intensive care
His dad payed for the whore… damn expensive!
Poor boy… he was… well… apprehensive…
She stripped in a trice…
They fucked… him on top… twice…
Oral, anal… his teaching intensive!
Indifferent
“I’m aware people call me a whore,
But I don’t give a damn anymore…
And if you think so too…”
She said… “Probably do…
You’re quite welcome to stick in your oar.”
Temptation
He tried hard to resist, think of Christ…
But this whore was attractively priced…
And her state of undress…
Yes, he had to confess,
He was more than a little enticed!