They discovered by plain curiosity
Sexualised reciprocity;
Just kids at play,
Till he fucked her one day,
Though she bore him, still, no animosity.
Month: October 2016
Swap-meet
The whole double-date thing was a flop;
When they’d fucked, and had ground to a stop,
She rolled over in bed,
To her girlfriend, and said
“This one’s boring. How’s yours? Wanna swap?”
Always carry a handkerchief
Just some bloke at the pub, cute and lanky;
To do what she’d done did seem skanky,
But life’s too damn short!
No regrets then, she thought,
As she wiped off his cum with her hanky.
Don’t be home late
“There’s not much to that dress that you’re wearing,”
Her mother said mildly, forbearing.
“Almost… more exact…
Notwithstanding the fact
That I’m rather past bloody well caring.”
What’s love got to do with it?
By some feminine sudden caprice,
She consented! Would wonders not cease?
Not from love, she explained,
(Her excitement all feigned),
Just to shut him up, get some damn peace!
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
The digital age
He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
School days
Schoolgirls, giggling and flirting in hallways.
Their crushes last weeks, not for always.
Not love, the boys know;
They make up for it though,
Giving head and in other such small ways.
Rooting for the team
All those cheer-squad girls, small town dreamers,
Their little short skirts and their streamers,
Discuss where they’ll go,
When their boyfriends turn pro…
And, of course, when they root, they’re all screamers!
The sporting life
She’s a tall girl, who swims and plays hockey;
Her boyfriend’s built more like a jockey.
One’s led to surmise
That he’s big for his size,
And, in more ways than one, pretty cocky!