An inventor, a pervert, obsessive,
Said “Look at that! Ain’t it impressive?
Twin hydraulic dicks,
Swivel-mounted… Two chicks,
Or two holes at once! Bloody progressive!”
Month: June 2021
Funk
Despite all of her Mum’s and Dad’s yelling,
The strong funk of sex they were smelling,
The threats, talk of sin,
She just said with a grin,
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling!”
The Christmas spirit
“My fair queen, compliments of the season!”
He said. “I, of course, have no reason
To say no, but still…
As you wish, so I will…
To not fuck you might constitute treason!”
Never the bride
Naked, castaway, Robingirl Crusoe!
So horny, she’d bloody fuck whoso-
ever dropped by…
Some Man Friday… a sigh…
Mental message to Mum: Burn my trousseau.
Opening the third eye
In her downward dog, butt naked crouch,
She presented her pink pussy-pouch,
Winking, like a third eye…
Swami thought “Oh my, my!”
Lingam, yoni joined… “Ghosh!” * she said. “Ouch!”
- This is an Indian limerick, after all!
Blue Lagoon Blues
Poor girl, shipwrecked, washed up and marooned…
Tropic island-confined, Blue Lagooned…
But without the cute guy,
She thought, heaving a sigh,
Her wet cunt a rebuke, like a wound!
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly
The boost
A good spit, so the drag was reduced,
Pushing off of the bed-head to boost
Length and strength of his thrust…
When he’d worked off his lust,
God! She knew she’d been thoroughly juiced!
Proportionality
She’d established her pussy’s liquidity
Varied with size and solidity,
Not of the jock
As a whole, just his cock,
And how hard she was humped, and rapidity.
Able bodied
The all-girl crew the captain recruited
Just worked off and on, when it suited,
But still, one and all,
Neither minded a squall,
Nor at night taking turns to be rooted.