There she stood, at last, nude, not a stitch!
He advanced … then his plans struck a hitch;
His hand cupped her smooth bum …
“Let her go! I’ll tell Mum!”
Yelled her snotty kid brother, the snitch!
Month: April 2013
Headstrong
Who’d have thought such a girl, so well-bred,
Could have met and, it seems, gone to bed,
With a man such as he,
His cock down to his knee!
How it even got into her head!
Life study
Draped in only a small scrap of gauze,
She reclines, while he busily draws.
“Just turn this way a bit,”
He says. “Show me more tit,
My wife’s breasts are dull things, beside yours!”
Al fresco 1
She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!
A yearning for romance
They used condoms, to keep it hygenic;
Their techniques were, well, callisthenic.
The guy’s cock looked odd;
He was fat, too! Thank God
That the girl was at least photogenic.
Hints
He deduced, from the hints that she gave,
She might like to, at times, misbehave…
That she wore a tight dress…
That she asked him to guess
Which particular bits did she shave?
A hem
Her hands clutching the hem of her dress,
Which just covers her bum, more or less,
Her eyes don’t meet the eyes
Of the wolf-whistling guys,
Though she knows that they’re looking, I guess.
Picasso
A great artist, and rich, was old Pablo,
But also a rogue, el diablo!
Unfaithful as hell,
There’s so much one could tell,
Pero, español yo no hablo!