“Ooh la la! Mad’moiselle, c’est tres chic!”
Said the salon guy, slimy damn sneak!
“Please, try this one as well!”
But, of course, she could tell
He just wanted another damn peek!
Month: July 2018
Window dressing
Miniskirt, halter, stockings of mesh,
Maiden offering, smooth, shining flesh!
Breasts as firm as ripe fruit,
His to have and to root!
Perhaps virginal, tender and fresh!
To everything there is a seasoning
The redoubtable Catherine of Aragon
Noble and virtuous paragon,
Banished and spurned!
Had the tables been turned,
She’d have roasted him, seasoned with tarragon!
Rapture
Smitten, awestruck, enraptured, she gazed,
By excess of desire quite crazed,
As his penis unfurled,
Rampant, droplet be-pearled,
Like the leg of a beast, God be praised!
Frill-necked lizard
“Well then! What have we here?” (Eyes twinkling.)
“My goodness! So big!” She laughed, (tinkling).
“Good Lord! Bigger still!”
She cried, tickling its frill,
As his penis continued unwrinkling!
Truth in advertising.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Bona fide!”
But, of course, it turned out that she’d lied.
She’d been rooted by men,
Not just now and again,
But extensively so, far and wide!
Father knows best
“Fuck her pussy, then give her a flip,”
Said his Dad. “And son, don’t take no lip!
Do her butthole as well!
Though she’ll buck and she’ll yell,
God gave women them titties to grip!”
Brothers in arms
“Get her panties off. That’s half the battle!
Don’t waste time on small talk and prattle.”
His brother advised.
“While she’s actin’ surprised,
Fuck her hard, buddy, make her teeth rattle!”
Hello sailor
“”Hello sailor!” The tart called. “Ahoy!”
He walked over, surprisingly coy.
“You got such a nice bum,”
He said. “Lovely for some.
What a pity you ain’t a nice boy!”
In uncertain light
God! She’d not even thought to enquire,
Half-drunk, by the flickering fire!
Well fucked, but by whom?
She’d been led to assume
By Sir Hugh, (but in fact by his squire!)