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?
Tag: whore
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!
La vie en rose
She’s a whore in a rough-house saloon,
Breasts each like a big rosy balloon!
When she takes men upstairs,
These and much more she bares
Meanwhile humming “Au clair de la lune”.
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
Tasty tart
He said “Darling, please don’t think me boorish;
That skirt, though, does make you look whore-ish.
Your cleavage, what’s more,
Is too much to ignore!
The whole package, in fact, is quite more-ish!”
Samson and Delilah
Samson’s downfall was rooting Delilah,
That Philistine slut! That defiler!
Cunt-struck, drunk and smitten,
Shaved, weak as a kitten,
They found him. No whore was there viler!
The end justifies the means
Quite the prettiest whore on the street;
She did well, on her regular beat.
Men would wink, she’d nod yes,
And she’d hitch up her dress;
An age-old way of making ends meet.