Ode to Louise

Louise likes gin.

Gin gin gin gin.

But there's more to her;

Let's get under her skin.

As well as gin,

(Did you know she likes gin?)

Louise likes to gulp

The spunk of virgins.

Unlike the gin,

Because she loves the gin,

She lets the spunk

Dribble all down her chin.

From there it drips

All over her tits,

Where she rubs it in

With the penis she grips.

Then I come along

And whip out my dong

To add to the mess

On her face and chest.

Next Nathan strolls in.

Louise looks at him.

"Now you must watch"

She says with a grin.

A further thirty-eight guys

Undo their flies.

They gather round

To come from all sides.

All of her skin,

To Nate's chagrin,

Is covered in cum -

She laughs at him.

But all of this sin

To Louise is nothing

Compared to her love

For drinking gin.

Lament for Martina

Martina now has left us;

It's like she is dead.

That's how I would like her:

Limp upon my bed.

She would not protest,

She wouldn't need a gag

When I removed her corpse

From the body bag.

I would still handcuff her

Hands behind her back.

Her tits look at their best

When she's pushing out her rack.

I could manipulate her

Any way I choose.

Safe in the certain knowledge

That the dead don't bruise.

I wouldn't have to worry

About lubrication.

Her flesh would move enough

After putrefication.

And when her skin is hanging off

And I can't bear the smell,

What's left would be a perfect treat

At lunch for feeding Belle.