They discussed body-art and film noir,
Retro-chic and soft porn and Degas;
Then they drank more tequila,
And by Pancho Villa,
She’d stripped to her panties and bra.
Month: November 2011
Je ne sais quoi
She exuded a je ne sais quoi;
She invited him to her boudoir.
She undid her chemise
Bared her breast to his squeeze
While she gave him a wet kiss, mmmwah!
The biological imperative
From the moment they enter their teens,
A young person’s life wildly careens,
In the headlong pursuit
Of somebody to root,
In a mad rush to pass on their genes.
Strictly personal
Though her parents were stuffy and strict,
How kids turn out is hard to predict;
She might not fuck, as such,
Well, not terribly much,
But gives great head and loves to be licked!
Persuasion
She had not been too hard to convince;
A few compliments, long looks and hints.
They’d gone out to a bar;
How had things gone this far?
“All too easy,” she thought, with a wince.
The long lunch
She’d gone out with him, only for lunch;
She’d said yes on a bit of a hunch,
And, impressed by his style,
His smooth talk and his smile,
Yes again, when it came to the crunch!
First impression
Though they’d only just been introduced,
She was already half-way seduced.
She could hear her heart pound,
Muting all other sound;
She blushed crimson, as if she’d been goosed!
Vivid
She woke up having dreamed she’d been raped,
By a penis fantastically shaped,
And it still seemed so real, it
Seemed she could still feel it;
Her pussy still dribbled and gaped!
Radar
At a party, he’d schmooze and he’d mingle,
And sniff out a girl who was single;
At once he could tell,
From her eyes and her smell,
And the end of his penis would tingle.