She went out and got drunk and went slumming;
I guess the poor girl had it coming.
The sex had been great,
But now, bad luck or fate,
There was something not right with her plumbing!
Month: October 2015
Insightfulness
Yes, he calls her a slut, but not spitefully;
Sometimes he’s rough, but not frightfully,
Mostly in fun …
Some love’s better than none,
And his cock fits her fanny delightfully!
Love at first sight
What a body! Quite bloody incredible!
Pussy decidedly edible!
God, what he’d do,
For just one little screw!
Oh so beddable, possibly weddable!
Vile seducer
Since love’s flame’s first libidinous flickers,
Fermented and spiritous liquors
Unscrupulous men
Have used time and again
To get into some young virgin’s knickers.
Anthropology 101
They’re a native folk, all superstitious,
Their warriors brutal and vicious,
Remarkably hung.
Though the girls marry young,
If you get to them first they’re delicious!
Compulsion
It was not just the fit, but her heat…
Her cunt salty, her mouth and breath sweet…
The soft heave of her breasts…
Whispered, urgent requests
He obeyed… but would never repeat!
Sweet talk
“You got nice little titties,” he wheezed,
“But they’re small, for a grown-up,” he teased.
“And your prick ain’t that big,
You fat, greasy old pig,”
She said, letting her nipples be squeezed.
Peep-show
Giggling, drunk, a bit drowsy and noddy,
She sprawled in the chair. A nice body.
Her skirt had slipped up,
One breast out of its cup.
Bloody nice, and her arse wasn’t shoddy.
Mouth feel
“Salty, squeaky when chewed, like haloumi;
Nice pussy, damn tasty and roomy!”
He went on at length.
She cried “God give me strength!
Quit the commentary! Just fucking do me!”
Stage door Johnny
Dearest Father, young Algernon wrote.
Met a charming soprano of note.
I dined with her last night;
What an utter delight!
Such soft hands, such a slender, deep throat!