Baps

She’s a bonny lass, big, bouncy baps,
Flirts with fellas, like, sits on their laps,
Gets em hard, too, I guess,
Rubbing under her dress,
Cheeky thing, even shags em, perhaps!

Jugs

I cain’t help havin’ these here jugs…
And she hefts em in both hands and shrugs…
Guys all starin’ an’ gropin’ 
But ain’t no use mopin’ 
Just hang em out, show all them mugs!

Push comes to shove

You’d have thought they might go hand in glove,
But they don’t, not when push comes to shove. 
A good fuck’s just a fuck
And its sheer dumb luck
If there’s any suggestion of love. 

Trickle down effect

Semen soaking her panties like glue, 
Trickling down her leg into her shoe…
She could smell it… could others?
Kids? Other girls’ mothers…
Yeah, maybe, but would they know who?

Thinking of England

He caresses her breast and she sighs, 
Turns her head, slowly opens her thighs. 
Let him do what he must, 
Slake his animal lust…
Tears dampen her firmly closed eyes. 

The musk

Pussy musk in the air, a nice whiff…
He slows, glancing around him. Sniff, sniff…
The nice blonde on his right…
Sweet fresh meat, young and tight…
He advances, cock already stiff.