A big star, but a damn prima donna;
To him fell the curious honour
Of fucking the diva,
(Sex-mad eager-beaver!)
One wink, and the bloke was a goner!
Month: April 2017
As behoves a gentleman
Could one get it up? One never knew!
Would it be hard enough, and on cue?
But his treacherous cock
Did get hard as a rock
When her splendid tits hove into view!
The sporting life
Very proper, he’d been, during courting;
No liberties, no lewd cavorting.
“You poor man,” she said.
“I could suck it instead,”
Which he thought, on the whole, jolly sporting!
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Reading her lips
From the overtures that she was making,
Unspoken taboos she was breaking,
She’d not be opposed
To a root, he supposed;
Certain liberties there for the taking!
Not funny anymore
She’s about had enough of this bloke.
For Christ’s sake! It’s beyond a damn joke!
In his dingy old flat,
Fucked in this, fucked in that,
All while trussed like a pig in a poke!
Trouper
Just a chorus girl, yeah, but a trouper!
Gives great head. Well natch. Which is super!
Kicks on too, backstage;
Fucks damn good, for her age,
Get her drunk, even up her damn pooper!
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
Job’s comforter
God! How long can it take to disrobe?
One might ask, but then one mustn’t probe.
She’s been in there so long …
Perhaps something’s gone wrong.
A damn chap needs the patience of Job!
X rated
Public sex? God forbid! Not his style!
What a trollop, he thought, with a smile!
Bloody tits out and all!
In the the theatre stall!
Now she’s wanting to fuck in the aisle!