Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.
Month: December 2011
Women's lib
“That’s the deal,” she said, “Let’s not quibble;
(She offered her nipple to nibble),
We fuck, me on top,
I decide when we stop;
Yes or no? My cunt’s starting to dribble!”
One night stand
His endowment made lesser men jealous;
That night, was he careless, or callous?
The girl, bless her soul,
Like a toy or a doll,
Although brave was, alas, over-zealous.
He wooed, wouldn't he?
She’d been lovingly, lavishly wooed;
She’d been kissed, had her earlobes chewed.
He reached under her dress,
Certain she would say yes,
But she wasn’t, it seemed, in the mood!
On the quiet
They’d been having it off on the quiet
For so long they’d ceased to deny it;
Their spouses, who knew,
Were both doing it too.
Well, back then, we all wanted to try it!
No inkling
The poor innocent girl had no inkling
The thing in her hand, fast unwrinkling,
Would start, soon enough,
To spurt out the white stuff,
On her face and her bosom now sprinkling!
Fringe dweller
She lived life on society’s fringe,
Whom she fucked, and how, thus didn’t hinge
Upon social mores;
She could do it more ways,
No more sexual cultural cringe!
A fitting end
Yes, she knew what a sin she’d committed,
Great fun, though! she slyly admitted .
She’d thought at the start
It might tear her apart,
In the end,though, thank God, it had fitted!
The dance
Just his voice, by its accent and timbre,
Somehow, when he asked her to samba…
His smooth latin charm,
Should have caused her alarm…
Flashing lights, if not red, at least amber!