Being old sucks! One does bear a grudge.
Rub one’s cock, and the thing doesn’t budge!
One can’t come like before;
The damn prettiest whore
Can’t get out of one more than some sludge!
Tag: whore
Bad things
Just a half-drunken Friday night tryst;
“Do bad things to me, darling,” she hissed.
“Treat me like I’m a whore.
Leave me broken and sore!”
And at that stage, they’d only just kissed.
For services rendered
Sex was something she rather enjoyed;
To be called a whore made her annoyed!
Other women were kept
By those with whom they slept,
Whereas she was, at least, self-employed!
Stocks and shares
An adultress or whore, in the stocks,
Shamed and spat on by priests and their flocks,
Beaten, pelted with dung,
Would, if comely and young,
Be screwed also by sundry strange cocks!
Immoral earnings
Discount vouchers, new logo, good branding;
The whorehouse’s trade was expanding!
Men quite well-to-do
Fucked a hooker or two,
Certain wowsers round town notwithstanding.
Americana 1
Screwing give man and woman delight,
In de morning, lunch-time, in de night!
Sometime man want it more,
Maybe fuck some damn whore!
If his wife find out, who in de right?
Vandals and Goths
When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!
Cold feet
“Hello, big boy!” she said with a wink.
Her gruff voice made him stop, though, and think;
Adam’s apple, square jaw,
Not your regular whore!
He kept walking, and felt his cock shrink!
A tolerant man
Though her husband was kind and adoring,
She found marriage lonely and boring;
He fucked her a lot,
But the more that she got,
The more horny, and still went out whoring!
The urgency of love
She thought only of sex. So apalling!
Love, then, this in which she was falling?
Her breast ached with lust;
She would fuck him! She must!
God! How whorish! She’d missed her damn calling!