Smiling lips in a beautiful face,
Rolling hips, lolling breasts, easy grace,
Laughing mischievous eyes,
As he’s parting her thighs,
And invading her personal space.
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Thoroughly modern
She’s a modern girl, hardly a saint;
Not a model of prim self-restraint,
Stays out late, drinks and smokes,
Dances, flirts with strange blokes,
Thinks virginity silly and quaint.
Her own woman
An adventurous, curious child,
As a teen, she’d been left to run wild.
When she took him to bed,
She then afterwards said
“We must do that again, soon,” and smiled.
The proof's in the eating
She thought “Golly! This chap’s got some nerve!”
Short and cheeky, a bit of a perv.
But this comical runt
Knew his way round a cunt;
Cunnilingus was just the hors d’oeuvre!
Silver lining
It turned out as her mother foretold;
Seduced, rooted and left in the cold.
There’d been nice presents though,
And the sex was good, so,
Although miffed, she was somewhat consoled.
Ulterior motive
He was nice and polite, a big spender!
No strings, though the odds did seem slender.
What sort of a man
Doesn’t fuck if he can?
Yes, he might have a hidden agenda!
Real trouper
It almost dislocated her jaw,
Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw.
There was one hole to go!
Though she could have said no,
She winked lewdly and came on hard-core.
Better late than never
She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
Hey diddle diddle
She was feisty and fit as a fiddle,
Good sort, randy; hey diddle diddle!
Nice firm, bouncy tits,
Yummy, juicy pink bits,
And the handiest slit in the middle!
Virginity as an attribute
There are plenty of virgins around,
Mostly too young or old, though, I’ve found,
Or too fat, or too plain,
And, of those that remain,
Those worth rooting are thin on the ground!