When girls cheat on men under their noses,
Men’s love makes them blind, one supposes;
They might look like wrecks,
Bodies reeking of sex,
And yet still keep on coming up roses!
Month: October 2011
At the doctor
With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!
Big-hootered
She was pretty, broad-hipped and big-hootered,
A slut, or at least thus reputed,
But looks are deceptive;
She wasn’t receptive,
Would not, indeed could not, be rooted!
The gasp
He unfastened her brassiere clasp;
She emitted a small startled gasp.
But the next part was best,
When he licked at each breast,
With a tongue like a hot, fleshy rasp.
At her service
Lady Anne woke and couldn’t recall;
Was he dark? Was he handsome and tall?
Being nude, she deduced
She’d been raped or seduced.
“Ma’am,” said Jeeves, “Ahem… will that be all?”
Shoosh!
When he cursed and blasphemed, she said “Shoosh!
Just relax, line yourself up and push.
Count to ten, start again,
Wait until I say when,
And stop beating around in my bush!”
The French wench
Bold Sir Percival, fighting the French,
Came across an inviting young wench.
He thought “God, what a charmer!
And me in my armour,
Locked in without spanner or wrench!”
The fuckless zip
He increasingly clumsily fumbled;
“It seems that your zip’s stuck,” he mumbled.
“Indeed? What a shame!
Oh well. What was your name?
You can’t be of much use then,” she grumbled.
Skin-deep
Girls, beneath tits and pussy and skin, you
Are jelly and bowel and sinew;
A man, it’s well known
Has more blood and more bone,
Which is why it feels good when he’s in you.