Dirty

For a very long time and minutes more

I’ve always known I’m dirty.

It’s not love or high regard

Or me just being flirty.

Every man I ever meet

I consider a contender.

His courtesy will fall down

And break until surrender.

For a very long time and minutes more

I’ve always known I’m filthy.

A fine diversion to the real of life

And is perceived as worthy.

So don’t be shy and save my strength

Come forward for your taking.

I won’t promise love or high regard

But I will sooth your bounded aching.

Painful Temptation

My legs are astride

Your body to ride

Ecstasy and pain are together.

The touch of your skin

First out and then in

You suffer hard against my leather.

A whip and a blur

I take up the spur

With a lash of the whip I ride now.

Though blind with desire

I strip my attire

And follow the pleasure that guides now.

No break from this mood

Until sufficiently screwed

But in silent gratification. 

While mysteries like these

Provide a magnificent tease

So give in to the sinful temptation.

The organ will rise

And enter my thighs

To seek the hole that gives the contentment.

The moment to cum

Body aching and numb

Taking nothing but his resentment.

Ou cock has arised

How to Seduce

I like to think of Casanova

But it looks like I’m a slut

I have loved every man inside of me

And the consequential smut

I have had lovers that live so far away

That have sailed the seas for a fuck

I have had lovers that don’t know my name

But they know how well I suck

There are some I remember more than most

Because of something strange

A fine one was when I raised my skirt

And fucked on the stock exchange

I’ve had the young to nearly deceased

And all were really unique

From the heavy rock god and telly star

To the Jehovah and the Sikh

Some are tiny and some are huge

But most are in between

It’s not what you’ve got that counts

Or how smutty and obscene

What creates a good fuck is many things

And it’s a secret we all desire

But only time and persistence

Will ignite that sexual fire

And that is the key to a great fat fuck

To atain your ecstasy

You have to fuck like it will be your last

Spoilt in your fantasy

The best part is always the chase

And charm must be at front

Don’t sound like your desperate

And intentionally on the hunt

It’s always in the eyes and smile

And words not need be spoke

Seduce your prey in this way

And passion it will provoke

If this is what you really want

Then I wish you all success

And every corner that is turned

Brings a lover to caress

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she really isn’t concerned.

She’s given in to wrinkle creams, and hold in pants

And her mini skirts have been returned.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And her boobs have not gone down.

East, west and maybe north

Or possibly into town.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she’s so not losing her sparks.

Instead of Jimmy Choos and Manalos

She now shops at Clarks.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And heads still always turn.

It’s usually because she’s totally mad

And the looks are of concern.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And one thing is for sure.

She isn’t ever going to grow up

And act all sensible and mature.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

Soon it will be all Botox and peels.

A tummy tuck and a tit lift

And two for one cheap meals.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she ain’t getting old.

She’s not finished with being bad

That’s until she gets paroled.