She smiled sweetly, and clutched a small posy;
Her cheeks and her nipples were rosy.
He guessed at the latter,
But what does that matter?
To peek down her dress would be nosey!
Month: January 2012
The chaste kiss
He was charming, and rather persuasive,
She friendly, but coy and evasive;
She kissed the poor boy,
Which she did quite enjoy,
Though his whiskers were somewhat abrasive!
Insight
She sipped tea, and she nibbled her toast,
In the crossword completely engrossed.
Her silk dressing-gown gaped;
Her left breast, thus undraped,
Was decidedly nicer than most.
In his dreams
He thought “This is as good as it gets!”
He’d suggested a root; she’d said “Let’s!”
But the girl of his dreams
Was unfaithful, it seems,
And a fuck was just hedging her bets.
Grim satisfaction
When he’d done, she looked like she’d been dragged
Through a barbed-wire fence, and she’d gagged
Giving head… Nonetheless,
She could buy a new dress,
And she knew she’d been properly shagged!