I like girls who grew up on the farm;
For them sex is no cause for alarm:
Making love, making hay;
It’s just part of their day,
Which all adds to their innocent charm.
Month: June 2011
Thumbs up?
She’d say yes, but she couldn’t decide;
Were big thumbs a reliable guide?
Although handsome and tall,
Might his dick be too small?
He’d said not, but still, what if he’d lied?
Accommodating
“Do you fancy me prone or supine?”
He replied, “Either way would be fine.”
“Perhaps over that chair,
With my arse in the air?
I’m all yours, but the pleasure’s all mine!”
It's only money
To what depths will a woman descend,
And enjoy it, or if not, pretend?
Not from love, not from lust…
All too often it’s just
How much cash a man’s willing to spend.
Friends
When a man and a woman are friends,
If they fuck or not mostly depends
On how horny they are,
And how drunk, and how far
They imagine that friendship extends.
Red-handed
While he peeked through the keyhole in awe,
She undressed. Then she opened the door!
As he knelt there, wide eyed,
She said “Come on inside,
And I’ll show you what that thing is for.”
Whatever
It began with an innocent hug;
Then they kissed, and she gave him a tug.
When he managed to say,
“Shall we go all the way?”
She replied, “If you like,” with a shrug.
Total recall
He recalled how they’d kissed and embraced,
How he’d felt with his arm round her waist;
How she laughed, how she spoke,
And each day, when he woke,
He could smell her, and still taste her taste.
Aussie men
Aussie men love to give their mates nicknames,
Some funny, some stupidly sick names;
It’s fun round the bar,
And some blokes go so far
As to also give each other’s dick names.
Sugar and spice
She dressed sexy, to tease and entice,
And wore perfume, for sugar and spice;
She’d go out and get plastered,
And some lucky bastard
Would fuck her, (or two, or the same fellow twice!)