Even clothed, she was rather damn fetching,
But naked, posed, watching him sketching …
Not beauty, the arts,
His thoughts strayed to those parts
That he longed to be poking and stretching!
Month: February 2018
His train of thought
Her breasts swaying, the way she was bending,
Dress fallen away, his thoughts tending
To carnal delight,
Which the wench perhaps might
Be soliciting, bloody intending!
By-blow
The poor maid in whose knickers he’d ferreted,
Fate, sadly, worse than she merited,
Willing or not,
Was dismissed on the spot,
And the scion concerned disinherited.
Convolution
Convoluted and pink as a coral,
Or soft fleshy-petalled and floral,
The labia minor
That grace the vagina
Do tempt one to pleasures immoral!
Lyme Regis
The cad took the girl down to Lyme Regis,
(The boarding house, although prestigious,
Still turned a blind eye
To the honeymoon lie,)
And abused her in ways quite egregious!
Self-sacrifice
“What a splendid big weapon, milord!”
She exclaimed, not the least overawed,
As she hitched up her skirt,
Shameless, vulgar young flirt,
Lined things up, and then fell on his sword!
The moons and Venus
Her big bosom, like twin moonish spheres,
Attracts lewd suggestions and leers,
Too crude to repeat,
Such as “Beautiful feet!
They’d look lovely up next to your ears!”
First impression
Not too awful, she had to confess:
Not much bleeding, no tears, no stress.
She’d quite liked her first fuck.
(Maybe sheer dumb luck).
“A bit slutty”, she thought, “though, I guess!”
Ways and means
Though her parents were terribly strict,
Despite morals they tried to inflict,
Still, they couldn’t have known
Things she did on her own,
Nor how often her pussy got licked!
Abominable
She said “Look, I don’t mean to be petty,,
But Jesus! You’re filthy and sweaty!
You stink, your breath’s sour.
At least have a shower,
Or else it’s like fucking a yeti!