Around puberty, young women bloom;
Bosoms burgeon, their musky perfume,
Just like bitches on heat,
Attracts boys in the street,
Tail-sniffing, cocks stiff, for their womb.
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He doth protest too much
“To be honest, I don’t give a damn!”
Sean exclaimed. “The whole thing, twas a sham!
Twasn’t rape! Twasn’t nuttin!
That woman was mutton,
Dressed up as a tender young lamb!
Life in the fast lane
“Being popular takes its damn toll,
Being rooted in this and that hole,
By pricks long, short, thick, thin!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“But it beats being bored,” she said. “LOL!”
Making every post a winner
Naked, stretched on his four-poster bed,
Pussy gaping, her arms and legs spread,
She thought, no point in fighting…
It’s rather exciting!
Just lie back, enjoy it instead!
Making the best of it
Well, she thought, as she lay there, legs spread,
If I’d known where it all might have led…
That’ll teach me to flirt!
Still, a root wouldn’t hurt,
In fact, might be quite nice, when all’s said.
Ripe
Though not quite yet of age, young and prime,
To not root her would seem a damn crime!
Some weeks more, months at worst…
Yet… to be the girl’s first!
It’s, of course, just a matter of time.
Nepotic dilemma
“Dear Uncle, poor chap!” thought his niece.
“Should I let him obtain his release?
Put his thing… there… below?
Aunty need never know…
Or else scream for help, call the police?”
Virtue imperilled
Quite the gentleman, thank God, ostensibly!
Still, just one drink, she thought, sensibly.
One became lots…
Beer, wine, vodka shots,
And he fucked her, of course, reprehensibly.
A lack of propriety
Mister Beasel, the sweatshop proprietor
Cast a long, lecherous eye at her;
Pretty, deaf-mute,
She’d be lovely to root,
Like the other poor girls, only quieter!
Rollicking fun
A rowboat on a river, bucolic!
A bit of an afternoon frolic.
He giggled, half-shocked,
As the boat tipped and rocked,
As she diddled herself on a rowlock!