There she lay, wearing nought but a smile,
She beside whom he’d walked down the aisle.
She’d looked pretty in white,
He exclaimed , in delight,
But looked prettier now, by a mile!
Month: August 2011
Rooted
They’d been at it for most of the night,
When she begged for a moment’s respite;
He seemed deaf to her faint
Words of weary complaint,
Which he still kept on rooting despite.
Fight or flight
Her response should have been fight or flight,
But somehow, just then, neither seemed right;
So she let him undress her,
Which didn’t distress her
As much as she’d thought that it might.
Thou shalt not covet
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife,
Nor his ox, nor his ass. (Get a life!)
Nor his man-servant. (Why?)
Nor his maidservant. (Sigh.)
It’s too silly, so coveting’s rife!
Worn-out welcome
They’d made love a few times, which was nice;
Three, no, four times to be more precise.
He was thinking “Not bad,
For a young, novice lad!”
Till she said “Next time, twice would suffice!”
Starlight
The stars were romantic and twinkly;
His penis grew less and less wrinkly.
Her breasts hovered, white,
Like twin moons in the night,
And her labia winked at him pinkly.
A peculiar thing
A girl’s bra’s quite a curious thing,
Just two triangles, joined by some string
That uncertainly sits
On her unruly tits
Which would much rather dangle and swing.
Liberation
He reached round and unfastened the clasp
Of her bra and she stifled a gasp.
Spilling out of their cups
Her breasts gambolled like pups
And presented themselves to his grasp
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