With the dissolute ways he’d espoused,
He dressed rakishly, gambled, caroused.
He’d squeeze tits, pat and rub
Wenches’ cunts at the pub;
Codpiece bulging the more, when aroused!
Month: January 2014
Pert
In polite terms, folk said she was pert;
She was impish and saucy, a flirt,
Bodice bursting its laces,
She loved the men’s faces
The stains on their pants when they’d squirt!
Circa 1960
She dropped in for a neighbourly chat,
Brought an apple pie too! Fancy that!
Such the nice thing to do…
So he gave her a screw,
On the floor, by the door, on the mat!
Circa 1955
He dressed sharp, he was cool, in the groove.
He strolled up to her, made his best move!
Didn’t score, I’m afraid,
Didn’t get himself laid,
But his chances could only improve!
Pièce de résistance
She’d been partying at the fiesta;
She’d undressed to have a siesta.
She fought and she swore;
It just turned him on more!
Such resistance! A goddamn pièce de!
Carpe diem!
Sore and sorry, she wanted to cry.
He was too big. Her pussy was dry.
The first time’s seldom great;
The boy just wouldn’t wait!
Should they stop? No, she’d much rather die!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Flirting with danger
Boys and girls, in their hormonal teens,
Know what flirting and dirty talk means;
A girl wiggles her arse,
Soon she’s down on the grass,
A boy’s hand down the front of her jeans!
Tired and emotional
When she drinks, she gets maudlin and weepy,
And lonely, and horny, and sleepy.
She has a good cry,
Then has sex with some guy;
When she comes, she cries more! Kinda creepy!
Private party
Tired, sore, bruised, her private parts battered,
She nonetheless felt sort of flattered.
Just think! All those guys!
From her thighs to her eyes,
By their various semens bespattered!