Nekkid, swiggin’ a big jar of hooch,
Ellie-May snuggled up to her pooch,
A damn mean-lookin’ critter;
She owned that he’d bit her,
One time when she gave him a smooch!
Month: July 2018
Durability
“Goddamn pussies are tough as damn teak!”
Said her Mom. “You can fuck for a week,
Squeeze out babies, get weird!
They just get dog-eared,
And maybe make cunt-farts and squeak.”
Pedestrian
Being limp-dicked, ashamed and remorseful,
But, nonetheless, rather resourceful,
He finished the screw
With the toe of her shoe,
Though he need not have been quite so forceful!
Quality, not quantity
In the rating of bosoms, what counts
Is not measurements, inch pound and ounce;
It’s their swell and their shape,
Overflow and escape,
Squeezability, softness and bounce!
Like-minded
He was just thinking when he should strike;
She looked drowsy. He’d put in the spike.
The room started to spin…
“So,” she said, with a grin,
“It would seem that great minds think alike!”
No such thing as bad publicity
The damn guy was a serial pest;
Even flashing his cock! (Not impressed).
It was pretty big, though…
She should give it a go…
Well, he wouldn’t say no, she’d have guessed!
The master and the mistress
He was older than her, pushing fifty,
Rich though, just a bit… sort of shifty,
And kinky and all…
Whips and chains on the wall,
Huge vibrators, as well! Kind of nifty.
Life is uncertain
Oh my God! I should never drink whisky!
It makes me so horny and frisky!
She thought, the next day,
But, be that as it may,
What a bore, were life not a bit risky!
Inquisition, the musical
“Pull that rope tighter into her crotch!
Rack her harder!” he cried. “One more notch!
Do I make myself clear?
These gentlemen here
Are paying good money to watch!
Limpid
“It’s no use!” she exclaimed, in a whimper.
“Do something! Don’t stand there and simper!
What chance of a fuck,
When the more that I suck,
Your shrimp cock just gets smaller and limper?”