She stands up, drains her wine to the dregs;
Semen dribbles and runs down her legs.
She scoops some to her lips;
Undulating her hips,
She says “Yum! Good with just-scrambled eggs!”
Month: September 2013
My fair lady
“My Fair Lady”, Sir Lancelot wrote,
“On thy sweet self I lovingly dote.
I pray nightly to God
I may soon shoot my wad
In thy cunt, or mayhap down thy throat!”
Working girl
“It’s a job,” she opined, with a shrug.
His cock lay in her hand like a slug,
Pink and damp, a blind worm,
She could feel it squirm,
As she squeezed it and gave it a tug.
La rêve
Elle avait une vrai je ne sais quoi;
Il s’imaginait, donc, quelque fois,
Qu’ils faisaient l’amour
Puis on aurait toujours
Eu, au moins, ce bref instant de joie.
Dumbstruck
The poor git stands there, gob-smacked, and gawks
At her pussy and pendulous norks,
Paralysed, legs gone weak,
Quite unable to speak,
Knob and eyes hanging out on their stalks.