To get on, she’d dress sexy and flirt,
For a laugh, cautious, always alert.
She just had a strong feeling,
Once through the glass ceiling,
The bastards would look up her skirt!
Month: November 2015
Courting customs
In most parts of the world, folks fuck starkers,
Though inuits keep on their parkas,
Those maori tattoos
Point out which woman’s whose,
And for foreplay, they dance naked hakas.
Narcissa
She admired her naked reflection,
Front, back, side-on, bloody perfection!
Too damn good for him,
She thought, choosing a slim
Silver vibrator from her collection.
On the market
No damn bra, short dress, strap off her shoulder,
Lip gloss, pancake rouge, pout and smoulder!
Mouth spray, condoms, key,
Cigarettes, fake ID.
In the right light, she’ll pass for much older!
She’s a keeper
There’s a pretty young girl what ‘e pampers
Wiv silk things n jewels n champers.
“E says “Gimme head!”
Or like “Get into bed!”
And she don’t muck about, like, she scampers!
Low rent area
She just hitched up her dress, looking bored;
The drab room, grimy sheets he ignored,
She was pretty enough,
Though a bit hard and rough,
But was all the poor man could afford.
The tryst
Thursday lunchtime, their regular tryst.
She was naked already. They kissed…
Fucked… She got up to pee,
Made a nice cup of tea.
Risk, intrigue… and guilt… That’s what he missed.
Cyrano de Bergerac
Poor Cyrano, big nose, big moustache,
Still effected a certain panache,
But Roxanne (what a shock!)
Said she wished that his cock
Was as big as his nose! A bit harsh.
Apollo
That olympian fucker, Apollo,
A bit of a hard act to follow,
Could root nymphs for hours,
His priapic powers
Incredible! (Well, hard to swallow.)
Fickle fortune
She was strait-laced, a prude and a stickler…
Her husband could not have been fickler…
One night, just for fun,
He quite brought her undone,
With champagne and a rubber French tickler/