She’d been led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Eyes, thighs and resolve turned to water…
Been given to him,
To be used at his whim:
And behave like a good wife and daughter.
Tag: wife
A few good men
She enjoyed a nice root, now and then,
And again, and again, and again,
But to be someone’s wife?
No, she’d make it through life
With a few, (well, a dozen) good men!
To have and to hold
They’d just met, but he seemed rather nice;
A few glasses of wine broke the ice.
She envisaged her life,
As his well-maintained wife,
For which shagging him seemed a small price
.
Exclusion zone
Perhaps fond hope and fancy deluded him;
Feminine logic eluded him.
How could his wife,
Whom he’d mated for life,
Have a sexual life that excluded him?
The proof of the pudding
Lots of blokes choose a wife by her looks.
Girls try hard, till they get in their hooks.
Even if she puts out,
It’s still, quite beyond doubt,
More important to know how she cooks.
Life goes on
Women too have their sexual drives,
Even overworked mothers and wives,
Who in bed, late at night,
Become things of delight:
Thus mankind sputters on and survives.
One man’s paradise
There was once an old islamic mullah,
Whose love-life could not have been duller.
He craved after-life,
With no nagging old wife,
Full of virgins of each race and colour!
The good wife
During sex my good wife lies inert,
While my sexual will I exert.
From in front or behind,
She seems never to mind,
Just as long as I pull down her skirt.
Mr Brown’s wife
Mister Brown’s wife’s more forward than most:
Brown’s short-sighted and deaf as a post.
While she flirts with their guests
And exposes her breasts,
Brown smiles fondly and plays the good host.