Girl on the Net

Sometimes I sit down and try to write something good, but nothing good springs to mind so instead I write a 400 word poem about fucking. Enjoy! Or don’t! It’s entirely pointless and silly!

Fucking

I met a guy from Battersea

Who wanted to make love to me

I told him “Love? It cannot be:

Dude, what I like is fucking.

Though ‘shagging’ seems a decent word

And ‘banging’s very often heard,

‘Making love’ is quite absurd

So please let’s call it fucking.

By ‘fucking’ I don’t mean that thing

Where you just stick your penis in

And out and in and out and in

I mean a proper rutting.

All grabby hands and grunts and moans,

That’s what I wank to on my own.

Here, watch this porn to set the tone:

That’s what I mean by fucking.

Nice and hard and full and deep

And brutal, till I almost weep

Yes, lube me up and make me shriek

Then shove a pillow over my face to silence the noise because you need me to be a really good, quiet girl while you come, yeah?

Where was I? Oh…

Just choke me, slap me, call me bitch

And when you’re done, say ‘thanks’ then spit

Quite hard onto my back or tits

Or whichever hole your spunk’s in.

See, fucking doesn’t have to be

Just P-in-A or PIV

A fuck can set a tone, you see.

A state of mind: that’s fucking.

‘A fuck’ is not the same as ‘sex’

It’s a way to do the good stuff best

The way that makes my cunt most wet

Not love, not sex, but fucking.

Don’t hold me gently in your arms

Or whisper words to keep me calm

My body’s yours to reprimand

Please tame it with a fucking.

Don’t touch me gently like you care

Don’t hold my hand or stroke my hair

Or slowly peel my underwear

Let’s just get down to fucking.

Cos if you look into my eyes,

Run soft-tipped fingers up my thighs

You’ll only conjure half-bored sighs

I’d rather we were fucking.

You’ll fuck me with your hands and lips

I’ll fuck you when I suck your dick

Or fuck you with my fingertips

All hard and rough: that’s fucking.

Or bend right over, beg for pain

And whimper as I wield the cane

Then switch and make me take the same

Vicious, swift: that’s fucking.

This isn’t just a horny front

I really am this brash and blunt.

I want you to destroy my cunt:

That’s what I mean by ‘fucking.'”

At that the guy from Battersea

Edged rapidly away from me

And told me ‘Woman, leave me be

You’re too obsessed with fucking.’

This post was written for Kink of the Week, which this week is (you guessed it!) fucking. Click on the image below to read everyone else’s posts about fucking, and Molly please accept my apologies that I couldn’t come up with a better one for this kink. Fucking – the true love of my actual life – deserved better, so much better.

If you happen to like shit poetry, you can also go to the poetry tag to read more silly, filthy rhymes I’ve written when I can’t write anything of use.