Why on earth would a young girl abstain,
Be as horny as hell, but refrain,
And not give in to lust?
Such a waste, and for just
Some uncertain, vague, post-mortem gain!
Month: November 2015
Roots
Just a woman in search of her roots,
Black, brown, brindle, she gave not two hoots.
Big or small, short or tall,
She’d root one, she’d root all,
Men in overalls, grass skirts or suits.
Terms of endearment
As she strokes him it lengthens and firms.
As he prods at her pussy, she squirms.
As he nibbles her tits,
She says, “See how it fits…”
It would seem that they’re coming to terms.