Nature's Pocket

Stench wafting from under the desk

Queefs are puffing out of her

And clap between her thighs

A yeast infection caused by

Forcing foreign objects into her vulva

Tara is plump and she's hot as fuck

All the office guys leer at her cans all day

New guy Darren gets invited to her flat

For a few beers and some nibbles

They burst into the living room

Kissing grunting moaning

Darren throws her down tearing off her briefs

Rotten odour makes him wince

He still decides to cup her genitals

Then something drips and pools in his hand

A cluster of wet paper clips

What in God's name

I've stolen a few items from work

Mr. Stanley can go get fucked

Please help me declutter and I'm all yours

I don't understand

Tara dacks her huge titties, wow

I suppose I could help you out, open your legs

Nervously fisting, digits flailing about in her loose hole

Daz can't believe what he finds

He sweats profusely

A box of staples, two yellow sticky note pads

Some scissors, pocket calculators

A world's greatest boss coffee mug

And a framed picture of Mr. Stanley's children

With their dog Sid

Tara tell me that did not just fucking happen?

Just put it in my arsehole

Darren rolls her over, slags on her date

Feeds his penis in just a little bit

Before something blocks his thrust

Pulling out a faeces covered pack of Bic pens

This is bullshit, I'll have a pull