To die virgin! Was that then her doom,
All unloved and untouched, barren womb?
Well, if so, then life sucked!
No, she’d get herself fucked,
Not concerned, well, not very, by whom!
Tag: womb
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
Waking
He woke naked, confused, in her room,
Breathing deep of her musky perfume,
His arm over her chest,
His lips closed on one breast,
And his sperm swimming up through her womb.
Catholic guilt
Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
Perfume
He breathed deep of her musky perfume,
More arousing than any rare bloom:
In his mind and his nose
Was not lily, nor rose,
But the petal-like lips of her womb!
Smooth bastard
An immoral, but smooth airline steward
Seduced a poor girl, whom he’d lured
Up into his room…
All too soon her poor womb
Was awash with his seminal fluid.