Naked, out in the woods, in the drizzle,
She fondles her stallion’s great pizzle.
It stiffens, of course,
So a man, like a horse,
If she does this to him, maybe his’ll.
Month: December 2016
Res ipso loquitur
The girl’s dress, gauzy, brief, rather racy,
Her underwear, skimpy and lacy,
Per se constituted
Consent to be rooted,
Incitement to crime, prima facie.
Catch of the day
A young mermaid, a nice tasty morsel,
From poop deck to fo’c’sle to fores’l!
A strange fish they’d caught.
The crew, after some thought,
Fucked her pectoral, ventral and dorsal!
Accommodating
One more cock? she thought, pussy awash.
She’d make room, though a bit of a squash!
They could take turns behind,
If the rest didn’t mind
All the squelching and dribbling and slosh!
Keep it simple
Sex as sacrament; rather mundane.
Leave out God, and embrace the profane.
Basic animal lust!
Invoke love, if you must,
But enjoy the fuck, don’t tax your brain!
Vanilla
Sex became, after time, just robotic,
Dull, humdrum, not vaguely erotic.
He seemed not too care.
How she longed … did she dare …
To do something outrageous, exotic!
It’s those big eyes!
In the desert there’s little to trammel
One’s love for a beautiful camel;
Who cares, wrong or right,
So why go cold at night
For the lack of a warm-blooded mammal.
Not dying not knowing
He should ask for a fuck, it made sense,
Though she might well, of course, take offence,
But he might just get laid,
For what difference that made
In the overall tide of events.
The matter in hand
He decided he’d simply persist;
Buy her presents, perhaps get her pissed.
He imagined his cock
Getting hard as a rock
In the grip of her pretty young fist!
Beads and trinkets
For a necklace, some such gaudy trinket,
She might … but no! Don’t even think it!
To suck’s bad enough,
But to swallow the stuff!
In a wine glass… would anyone drink it?