Though she’d heard of the birds and the bees,
Boys and babies and social disease,
Nonetheless, she felt funny…
Her fanny was runny…
She sighed, and she parted her knees.
Month: March 2011
Manners do matter
Though the girl was an unashamed tease,
When he begged for a root, and said “please”,
She took something like pity,
Exposed some more titty,
And gave his poor hard-on a squeeze.
Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.
Up-front
When a woman is called well endowed,
She has something of which to be proud,
Or two things, and as such,
She should flaunt them as much
As, by decency’s bounds, is allowed.
The wombat (eats, roots and leaves)
She was broad of backside and big-titted,
A nice girl, though rather dim-witted.
That men had their way with her,
Then didn’t stay with her,
Left her confused and embittered.
The glow
Though she knew she was damned, and a sinner,
She just couldn’t find it within her,
Or rather, she could,
And by God, it felt good!
A warm glow bathed her, outer and inner.
Tall story
On her flushed face a grimace was etched,
As her pussy was pushed, pulled and stretched.
Though it hurt her like hell,
She could not wait to tell
Her best girlfriend (who’d think it far-fetched.)
A thin line
What American girls call a thong
Is a dreadful sartorial wrong.
Though the bit at the front
May just cover the cunt,
The rest gets where it doesn’t belong!
Sade but true
The eccentric old Marquis de Sade
Liked a root, but he couldn’t get hard
Without causing girls pain,
But what’s hard to explain
Is, they came back for more, although scarred!
Not vanilla
Certain girls can’t get off without pain;
They have dreams of the whip and the chain.
Being helpless, they say,
Makes them come in a way
Which is hard to describe or explain.
It’s a thing that’s a part of their brain.
Other women might call them insane:
They, who love to be hurt,
Don’t just come, but they squirt,
As they feel the bite of the cane!
One may wonder what such women gain,
But the answer, it seems is quite plain:
To have sex without danger
They see as far stranger,
A way of life which they disdain.