She is one use,
Fun and loose,
The one to date
And to make merry;
Dilly dally,
Rave and rally,
Quite convenient,
Awfully lenient -
If you feel lust,
She is a must.
Then,
When you are done
With your fun,
She is a quick discarding,
And an easy parting
(For you, at least -
She cries and weeps).
But you are not to blame
For her dear heart's halt.
They would think the same -
After all, is it your fault
She is one use,
Fun and loose -
The one to date
But never marry?
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Tossed around,
ReplyDeletePassed with ease.
Not a sound,
She's meant to please.
What a desire.
What a want.
She is here to flaunt
As we hold her over the fire.
Burning bright,
She's a flame.
What a pleasing sight
It is to pass the blame.