Well-developed, though still under-aged,
Marriage mooted and well nigh engaged,
Now all gone down the gurgler,
Knocked off by some burglar,
Fiancé completely upstaged!
Month: November 2016
Legal opinion
The poor chap, dragged to court and indicted,
Protested the girl had incited
The rooting, of which
She accused him, the bitch,
It ain’t rape, if you’re fucking invited!
Best man
On the honeymoon, as she undressed,
The young bride, feeling guilty, confessed
That she’d fucked the best man,
Once, by chance, not by plan,
And the groom might come off second best!
Rib-tickler
Such a big cock! Though frankly amazed,
Despite certain concerns that it raised,
Saying no was for squibs…
Though it bumped on her ribs,
She continued to fuck it, unfazed!
Deja vu
She was much less naive than expected;
She’d rooted around, he suspected.
In fact, so she swore,
He’d once fucked her before,
Not that he himself, though, recollected!
Reminiscing
“Albert, dear,” she said, reminiscing,
“Apart from the cuddling and kissing,
I rather miss too
Hearing, after we’d screw,
The quite thunderous sound of your pissing!”
Extraordinary circumstances
“Though I don’t root with men, ordinarily,
Just this once, then,” she said merrily.
“Maybe I’m pissed,
But well, since you insist,
I surrender myself voluntarily!”
A sense of occasion
“What a nice juicy cunt,” he said, spitting,
And spreading her lips. “It seems fitting
To throw it a fuck
And, with moderate luck,
Your cute arsehole as well, time permitting.”
Arguing the toss
When he wanted a root, she got cross;
She said “Frankly, I don’t give a toss.
Well, I will, but that’s all,
Or I’ll suck it. Your call.
And if that doesn’t suit you, your loss!”
Counting tricks
Open-armed, open-mouthed, open-legged,
She’d said “Yes! Oh God, Yes!” Almost begged.
Pretty randy, you’d swear,
Bloody open misere,
Then she clammed up, the bitch, and reneged!