Urge

As the cook kneaded dough for his pasta,
Being watched by her lecherous master,
Her dress became wet
With her sweet-smelling sweat,
As he urged her to knead his dough faster!

The sitting

Lady Swandown agreed to be painted:
“By art,” she said, “one can’t be tainted.”
She gladly posed nude,
But refused to be screwed,
And yet was, when he flashed, and she fainted.

Plummy

I’ve a penchant for lasses whose mums
Make them speak with a mouthful of plums,
Who wear tight skirts and heels,
Which nicely reveals
The sway of their silken-smooth bums.

The price

He dismissed both the butler and maid,
And he pulled down the living-room shade.
He said “Sit by the fire.
Come, lift your skirt higher.
You know, dear, how well you’ll be paid!”

Room service

Should one’s butler or footman intrude
In a room where one’s wife’s being screwed,
He should promptly withdraw,
Closing also the door,
So madame may, in private, conclude.

The unexpected

Lady Wentworth, just back from the hunt,
Was assailed with an instrument blunt,
With such strength and such force,
She could not sit a horse
On the region that suffered the brunt!