“Though God joined us and all, still I wonder,
That part, “let no man put asunder”,”
She thought, “Would that term,
(As he unloosed his sperm),
Include, too, this nice chap whom I’m under?”
Month: March 2013
Snug fit
On her bicycle, snugly astraddle,
So wet! Should she pedal or paddle?
Nobody could miss
Her expression of bliss,
As she slid back and forth on her saddle!
Return favour
It did strike her as just a bit strange,
Just how easy it was to arrange.
A good job, with a car;
Her boss said she’d go far,
But, then, what might he want in exchange?
Spilt milk
As his hand slid up under her dress,
She sighed “Yes! Oh my God! Touch me! Yes!”
While she pulled down his zip;
She just tickled the tip,
And he came in hand! What a mess!
Tacit approval
Did he ask? Did she ever say yes?
One thing led to another, I guess.
Did she give her consent?
In the final event,
It was sort of assumed, more or less.
Epicurean curiosity
Woman’s clitoris, delicate, tiny,
Concealed, pink, pearly and shiny,
Peruse not in haste;
One should savour the taste,
Strangely sweet to the tongue, and yet briny!
Lady Godiva
The lad stared at nude Lady Godiva.
“She ain’t got no knickers on, neiver!”
He muttered, in shock,
As he tugged at his cock,
Moistened somewhat with gobs of saliva.
Metamorphosis
When a boy’s blood testosterone surges,
A more brutish creature emerges;
Uncouth, hard to love,
Prone to bully and shove,
Prey to desperate sexual urges.
Slippery frippery
Their caresses grew frantic and heated;
At length, though, he lay back, defeated,
Still wide of the mark,
Having groped in the dark
At her pussy, frilled, folded and pleated.
Testing the water
She decided it came down to trust,
She, like him, bursting, brim-full with lust;
They’d entirely strip,
He’d put in just the tip,
Part her lips, rub and slip, but not thrust!