She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
Month: July 2013
Hey diddle diddle
She was feisty and fit as a fiddle,
Good sort, randy; hey diddle diddle!
Nice firm, bouncy tits,
Yummy, juicy pink bits,
And the handiest slit in the middle!
Virginity as an attribute
There are plenty of virgins around,
Mostly too young or old, though, I’ve found,
Or too fat, or too plain,
And, of those that remain,
Those worth rooting are thin on the ground!
Fraught relationship
“Men are bastards,” she sulkily gripes,
“Horses’ arses, of various stripes…
You included!” she sighs,
Stooping, parting her thighs,
As she reaches between them and wipes.
Striptease
She seductively, teasingly strips,
Undulating her breasts and her hips,
Pouting mouth, narrowed eyes,
Long, smooth, sinuous thighs,
Erect nipples and stiff lower lips.
She giggles
The girl giggles and squeals and fights.
Kicking, bucking, she scratches and bites.
She does all she can do,
But he’s fucking her through
A convenient hole in her tights!
Salacious
She was sexy, outrageous, audacious,
Her sex life, of course, ostentatious;
Men, women, some pets,
Mad dares, challenges, bets,
All online, tweeted, blogged. Goodness gracious!
Identity crisis
She’d committed a tactical blunder;
Had too much to drink, so small wonder,
Now, back at his place,
Tipsy, nude, face to face,
She was not certain whom she was under!
Lip reading
He could see the girl’s pussy lips move
Round the seam of her pants, and the groove
In between them, and they
Seemed distinctly to say
“From your own bulge, you seem to approve!”
A time of strictness
In erotic Victorian fiction,
The popular style of depiction
Of women amused…
Lasses being abused…
In tight corsets, or other restriction.