Sponge Bath–With Maggie Thatcher

Tit me up, baby!
Squeeze my nipples.
Mmmmm, feels so good!

Trollops!

Lesbians!
Everywhere you go,
There’s a chip shop.

Slappers!

Good old,
Clam jousting session.
Scissor me timbers!

Harpies!

One in her mouth.
One in her minge.
One in her arsehole.

Skanks!

Her husband sleeps,
While gobbles up,
His brother’s spunk.

Whores!

Back seat in a car,
Filled with blokes,
Getting fingered by each.

Tramps!

It’s a laugh though.

A Taste of Flesh–Lust Lives On

I love the smell,
Of pussy,
On my cock,
The morning after,
A sweet embrace.
I don’t shower,
The next day,
The scent provides,
A sweet reminder.

A mouthful of pussy;
A handful of arse.
I’ll get her juices,
Overflowing.
She’ll be mine tonight.
The chew toy,
For this dirty dog!

On hands and knees,
Face down,
Arse up,
That’s the only way,
To fuck!

Hands wander.
Lips do too.
Bare skin,
On bare skin.
No latex layer,
To kill this passion.

No holding back.
I pull her closer,
Hold myself in,
And let my,
Liquid love,
Flow through her.

This is familiar,
Yet somehow new.

Let the wind blow.
Parp!
Smelly bastard!

In shock,
Gustav rears his head,
Spits out a tooth,
Then cries.

Laugh,
Little orphan.
Laugh,
Thalidomide victim.
Laugh,
Scruffy tramp.
Stop being,
So ungrateful!

Yes, yes, oh yes,
Oh yes.
Wicker furniture,
And herpes;
The fun we could have.

Suck my cock,
You fucking whore!
Deep throat,
That shit!
Swallow my load,
And don’t throw up.
Trollop!

Dippy-dippy-doppy;
I’ll make up,
A word:
Klufarnax.

Six letters.
The clue:
Ironmonger.
I don’t know,
That one.
Will have to,
Spell it wrong.
Vzzzbx.

Finger in my bum;
Maybe a thumb;
The faster it’s done,
The harder I come.

Gimme a blowjob;
It’s better than no job.

Dig a trench.
At the end of the day,
A piece of shit.
The farmer’s wife’s,
Massive tits,
Droop in my face;
Suffocating.
Raunchy slag!

Punch the donkey,
In its cunt.