Cheeky bitch! She like started a brawl,
Only jist old enough, and still small!
Sayin’ “How ’bout a screw?
Maybe startin’ with you…
Heck! There’s plenty damn pussy fer y’all!”
Month: August 2018
Job satisfaction
“I love fucking!” she said, with a smirk.
“Kinda job a gal don’t wanna shirk!
Gettin’ paid just to root,
And free whisky to boot!
Shit, it ain’t what I’d really call work!”
The warp and the weft
She weaved tapestries, sang, played the lute,
But her husband-to-be, the damn brute,
Had requested her hand
To get hold of her land,
And then lock in a tower and root!
Virginity is like a bubble
The champagne was delicious and fizzy!
She giggled a lot, and felt dizzy,
Succumbed to his charms
And fell into his arms,
To wake up, next day, naked and jizzy!
Surprise package
She exclaimed “God! It’s awfully stuffy!”
Small tits… nipples rosy and puffy!
(She’d shrugged off her dress.)
(Well, not shy then, he’d guess!)
And her pussy hair… shiny and fluffy!
The human trampoline
A coquettish girl, blessedly-breasted!
“Fine bosom to bounce off!” he jested.
“That may well be so,”
She said. “Who’d ever know,
Since it’s bounciness hasn’t been tested?”
Pop goes the weasel
Flushed and wide-eyed, her pulse all aflutter,
“Be still, heart!” was all she could mutter.
He said “Should I stop?”
“Oh God! No!” … Then a POP!
In it slipped, like a hot knife through butter!
The missing spark
“Is it just simple boredom?” she queries.
In love for a month, then he wearies?
Unfaithful, God knows!
Still, at least, I suppose,
Not in parallel, only in series.”
Jumbo
“God!” she said. “Though one cannot dispute
That was rather a marvellous root,
(May I have some more wine?)
Your prick’s elephantine!
One was stretched like a hindoo mahout!”
A hard man is good to find
Dress and underwear tossed in a pile,
Panting, flushed, she exclaimed with a smile.
“That was awfully good!
I came hard, as one would!
When it’s been such a bloody long while!”