~ The Hussy ~
To the girl that haunts the corners of my mind,
and the School’s library.
To the girl that wears her easy smile
that reduces me to a mere pile,
that has her injustice low but her skirt too high;
Stop being a hussy.
Stop smiling, like there is always a sun,
stop blinking, and having fun.
Stop biting, your bottom lip,
stop moving obscenely well your hip.
But above all;
Stop thinking, as I have you trapped like so;
as I want you, to suck and blow.
As my eyes twinkle in unbridled glee
and I brush my cock behind your knee.
Keep bending, as I pull your shirt up high
and my other, bruises breast and thigh.
As my clever fingers, touch your slit
and my thumb delights, on your swollen clit.
Start moving, as I thrust in and out
as you moan, keen and pout.
As your hand, grabs my neck
and my bites have yours bedecked.
As I come to your beck and call,
as I become your sweet cunt’s thrall.
We are finished.
Finished for today and now,
I’ll fuck you again somehow.
And to the audience that clutch their pearls and reel,
and feel their voice has some appeal:
Your pearls honey?
They ain’t even real...