He was twelve, a young larrikin, grubby,
She tomboyish, freckled and chubby;
With puberty came
A new edge to their games
Better secrets, holed up in their cubby!
Month: January 2016
Putting her money where her mouth is
Though she didn’t give head as a rule,
(She considered it sort of uncool),
She said, cueing her shot,
Just to sweeten the pot,
That she would, if he beat her at pool!
Naughty
Does she touch herself more than she ought?
“Am I some kind of sicko?” she thought,
Three fingers inside herself,
Almost beside herself!
God help her, though, if she’s caught!
Onomatopoeia
Then he whipped out his penis, flip-flop!
He was hung like a donkey! Clip-clop!
Could she get any wetter?
The sooner the better!
Wham-bam! Up her pussy! Slip-slop!
Love games
Quite amused, although slightly offended,
(She knew that he only pretended)
She’d fuck like a whore,
Then he’d stop at the door,
And leave money “for services rendered!”
Hillbilly gal
Jist a hillbilly gal, goddam feral;
Big titties, damn virtue in peril!
Ass out of her jeans,
Mebbe jist in her teens,
Got a bush like a goddam red squerrel!
But sperm can swim
She could seem pretty smart, when it suited;
She never, she said, ever rooted,
Except in the sea,
Where the semen would be
If not washed clean away, then diluted.
Giving head
The female of the Mantidae genus
When rooted does something quite heinous
She bites off the head
Of the male, it’s said,
Then devours him, all bar the penis.
The prodigal daughter
She’d backslid, been corrupted and strayed;
She’d gone out and got drunk and got laid,
And it felt so damn good,
That whenever she could,
She backslid more and more, I’m afraid!
A time of reflection
In the church, as she kneels and prays
And reflects on her sins, her mind strays,
To the things she did then,
Longs to do once again,
Which her dripping wet pussy betrays!