Where was God? No cathedral… no chapel…
Forbidden fruit? Why a damn apple?
One bite, Eden lost…
An exorbitant cost,
With which scholars continue to grapple.
Month: September 2024
Bad trip
All this bondage stuff’s kinda the pits,
Fuckin’ tied up, her big purple tits,
Bein’ flogged with a whip…
Weird fucker’s sick trip…
Still the money ain’t bad, she admits.
Value for money
A young wench of the utmost utility,
Blessed with erotic ability,
Splendidly made…
Well worth all that he’s paid
For her beauty and cunt and agility!
Tall tales but true
All the gossip she’d thought was far fetched
Turned out true! Her sublime face was etched
With the pain, bliss and shock
Of the size of his cock,
And her pussy, alarmingly stretched!
Pop!
When he fucked her, she let out a squawk…
Hymen busted… a pop like a cork…
Like a battering ram
In her pussy… goddam!
She’d be lucky if she could still walk!
Ornamentation
Little bells on her pussy lips tinkling,
Her little brown bottom-star twinkling,
Big rings in her tits…
And she’s doing the splits…
His big cock getting bigger, unwrinkling!
Trust
She’s right there, naked, plainly unfussed…
Such naivety, innocence, trust…
“Come lie here,” she said,
Smiling, patting the bed…
“You could fuck me… perhaps… if you must.”
Oh boy!
She was getting a little concerned…
He was hard as a rock, she discerned,
But just standing there, dumb,
While she’s twerking her bum…
Silly boy, still so much to be learned!
Fireside
“Come sit down, warm yourself by the fire…
I don’t bite,” he said, the damn liar,
His hand on her thigh,
As she started to cry,
As his fingers crept higher and higher.
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.