Young Miss Robson averted her gaze,
Although strangely diverted in ways
That she’d never disclose
By the carnival shows,
With their lewd and perverted displays!
Month: October 2015
The country lass
A fresh country lass, freckled and ruddy,
She chased cows, swore, swam in the nuddie,
And galloped her horse,
So her pussy, of course,
Was tough, callused and frequently muddy.
Best foot forward
Although sex remained to her mysterious,
Things did seem now rather serious.
How could he put
That thing, big as her foot
Where he said? It might be deleterious!
Honk if you’re horny
Her objections were patently risible;
Tits like that, honkingly visible,
Big as her head,
Screaming “Take me to bed!”
Soft and pillowy, totally jizzable!
Highland games
A young Scotch lass eyed off her new neighbour;
Big, brawny from manual labour.
Her hands round his hilt,
From the tilt of his kilt,
Would, by God, be like tossing the caber!
The mouths of babes
To be called a slut got on her nerves!
Just because of her cheek and nice curves.
Being sexy’s a blessing,
She thought. Keep him guessing…
One blow job. That’s all he deserves!
Half tempted
Being pretty and blonde and well-rounded,
She found she was constantly hounded;
Men wanting to screw,
More disgusting things too…
Which might not be as bad as they sounded!
The dregs of life
Being old sucks! One does bear a grudge.
Rub one’s cock, and the thing doesn’t budge!
One can’t come like before;
The damn prettiest whore
Can’t get out of one more than some sludge!
Love and lust
Love and lust; the line’s quite indistinct,
Blurred and stretched, often jagged and kinked.
Is love more in the mind,
Lust more brutish? You’ll find
They’re, of course, inextricably linked.
Whiffy
Just sixteen, her libido emergent;
Desires distressing and urgent,
Cunt constantly wet,
Pungent, muskier sweat.
Memo: Buy stronger laundry detergent.