She can’t wait to be old and grown up;
Adults pretty much have it sewn up.
They can stay out all night
And get drunk, fuck and fight,
And nobody can make them own up!
Month: June 2013
Non-gender-specific
She’s petite, cupcake-breasted and slender,
Likes rough sex, or kinky or tender;
No fuss what goes where,
Doesn’t worry or care
Who comes how, irrespective of gender.
Portfolio
In his selfie, he grinned and he flexed.
She thought ‘OK’, and sent him a sext;
Pouting, showing her boobs,
One hand over her pubes.
What on earth will young ladies do next!
The gift that keeps on giving
It was naughty, of course, but not very;
Their Christmas would be oh so merry!
On Christmas Eve night,
(She rubbed, squirmed with delight),
She would let the sweet boy pop her cherry!
Drinks
He said “Like to come out for a drink?”
She said yes in a heartbeat, a blink!
But what then, later on,
When their friends had all gone?
Would she root him? Well, what do you think?
An unexpected visitor
He creeps into her room. Her pulse quickens.
He’s naked! She thinks “What the Dickens!”
She’s naked as well,
And turned on, truth to tell;
The plot lengthens and reddens, and thickens!
Temptation
Randy, wet and deliciously tempted,
She undid her blouse and pre-empted
His hand on her breast.
Still a virgin, he guessed,
Sick of being left out and exempted.
Passing thoughts
With his shirt and his tie and one boot on,
He mounted her there, on her futon,
(A Japanese bed,
Very trendy, he’d read,
But they’re hard, and a bugger to root on!)
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
Her heart's not in it
He was sick of her ‘one days’ and ‘maybes’,
Her talk about God, guilt and babies;
And then, just last night,
She gave in, but took fright
About herpes and cancer and rabies.