He was well-endowed, true, the young blighter,
Which made it, though, still, none the righter;
“I could be his mum!”
She thought, squeezing his bum,
To get all of him in, all the tighter!
Month: April 2013
The extravagance of youth
He approached her with youthful exuberance,
Sporting a splendid protuberance;
Bold, she took hold,
Lovingly, to enfold
It, snug, into her pendulous booberance.
A place in the sun
She lay basking, the sun on her face;
Her limbs moved with a langorous grace,
In lascivious ways,
To get more of its rays
On another, more intimate place.
Lapping it up
At the party, she sat on his lap,
Her thighs parted just slightly… a gap
Into which, as it would,
His cock swelled, which felt good,
Till she turned round and gave him a slap!
English informality
She said, smiling, still charmingly nude,
“That was lovely, and now that we’ve screwed,
I would rather prefer
No more stiff ‘miss and sir’;
We’re on first name terms, now, yes?” she cooed.
French familiarity
Elle a dit, souriante, encore nue,
“Et alors, tout etait à ton gôut?”
“Oui, bien sur, vous savez.”
“Nous avons juste baisé;
Donc tu peux m’addresser, oui, comme tu!”
Not that kind of girl
Though you might think a girl’s not that kind,
Try it on and, quite often, you’ll find
That you wind up in bed;
They’ll complain but, all said,
In the end, they don’t very much mind.
Aussie sheilas
Aussie sheilas are mostly good sorts,
Like a joke and a drink, damn good sports,
Cook a feed, open gates,
Root a man. And his mates…
It’s as if they could read a bloke’s thoughts!
Meek
She stood, naked, unable to speak.
He reached out, gave her nipple a tweak;
She just widened her eyes.
His hand parted her thighs;
She emitted a timorous squeak!
Staple in her navel
She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!