After all of those men that she’d dated,
She found herself bored and frustrated.
Men wanted a whore!
Fuck em all, then! she swore.
Masturbation seemed much under-rated.
Tag: whore
A big ask
Bastard’s some kind of hairy great giant!
The whore stood there, arms crossed, defiant.
Cock down to his knees!
Wants a fuck, if you please!
Well this bitch ain’t too fuckin compliant!
Give me excess of it
Bleary, hung-over, struggling to focus,
But hard as rocks, soon as she woke us,
Insatiable whore,
To be begging for more
Of the same as last night’s hocus-pocus!
An unexpected pleasure
She was rather put out, and quite rightfully…
Cunt worse for wear (but not frightfully).
Fucked like a whore!
Though she fought him, and swore,
Still she came. God, she came! Damn delightfully!
Life
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!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
On the job
Naked, dangling there, twisting and turning,
Despite all the cash she was earning,
She thought “How much more?
God! I might be a whore,
But it’s time I became more discerning!”
The company he keeps
Said Her Majesty, “This is just awful!
One ought to just make it unlawful,
Let men be disgraced,
For such damned sinful waste
Of good money and seed, by the whoreful!
Her last assignation
Her dress carelessly clinging and ragged,
The tipsy whore stumbled and staggered.
Alas, and alack!
In the darkness lurked Jack,
His cock hard, his blade cold, sharp and jagged.
Reconciliation
When he found out his girlfriend was cheating,
He called her names not worth repeating,
(Okay, bitch and slut.)
He forgave her then, but,
Well, of course, her cute arse took some beating!