Ellie-May

Farmer Brown’s daughter, young Ellie-Mae
Was seduced, or more like, led astray,
But it has to be said
She was willingly led
And was ripe for a roll in the hay.

On a hot, steamy, still summer’s day
It began just as innocent play;
Only boisterous fun
In a field, in the sun,
Until hormones got into the way.

In unconscious erotic display,
As she ran her big bosom would sway
In a way unrestrained,
Being poorly contained
In a dress thin and starting to fray.

To the young fellow’s utmost dismay,
(as it would, if a bloke wasn’t gay),
His undisciplined cock
Became hard as a rock.
It stuck out, and would not go away!

They both knew there would be hell to pay,
But they both thought “Be that as it may.”
With a mischievous glance
She unbuttoned his pants.
Their impatience would brook no delay!

With her clothing still in disarray
And a smug smile , as much to betray,
As she ran in the gate
She called ‘Sorry I’m late,
Me and Charlie just had our first lay!’