Scandinavian girls, Danes and Swedes,
Stroll about wearing just smiles and beads,
Unselfconsciously nude,
Drinking wine, cooking food,
Fucking too; all a man’s basic needs!
Month: February 2014
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
Law abiding citizen
She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
TKO
Firm of flesh, strong of will, round of vowel;
No man’s cock would enter her bowel!
She argued at length,
Fought with all of her strength,
But, alas, had to throw in the towel.
Darwinism at work
The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Good things in small packages
Being skinny, with small cupcake tits,
Men think fucking might tear her to bits!
Acrobatic and agile,
She isn’t that fragile;
She stretches, and most of it fits!
Seasons past
All her life, endless lonely Septembers,
Each spring, flowers bloom, she remembers;
Alone in her bed,
Love’s words breathlessly said,
His hot touch, her sighs fanning the embers.