She’d tuned in, and turned on, and dropped out,
Burned her bra! Her big boobies flopped out.
Joined a commune and all;
Dope, free love, had a ball!
One, two, three flower-children popped out!
Month: March 2013
Left-over hippy
Grey-haired, pretty, a left-over hippy,
Great tits still, spaced out, often trippy,
Nude most of the time,
But, hey! That ain’t no crime!
(Though, in winter, a little bit nippy!)
Intense
I’ve just never been one much to camp;
Sleeping rough in the cold and the damp!
Man and woman weren’t meant
To make love in a tent,
Risking leeches and spiders and cramp!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”
The gigolo
She awaited her handsome young gigolo,
Wishing her bum didn’t jiggle so,
Blushing and nude,
Having paid to be screwed;
It would give all her girlfriends a giggle though!
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!
Temptation
She gave in, though she knew that she shouldn’t,
Determined, at first, that she wouldn’t.
He’d gently insisted…
She’d bravely resisted
Temptation… but found that she couldn’t!
In clover
She’d grown tired of housework and stoves;
So dressed up, her breath scented with cloves,
Placed a “Personal” ad,
And she no sooner had,
Than had gentlemen coming in droves!
The getting of wisdom
The young governess-cum-private-tutor,
To William, confirmed self-polluter,
Was not of much use,
But for more self-abuse,
While imagining ways he might root her.