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The gift that keeps on giving

It was naughty, of course, but not very;
Their Christmas would be oh so merry!
On Christmas Eve night,
(She rubbed, squirmed with delight),
She would let the sweet boy pop her cherry!

Drinks

He said “Like to come out for a drink?”
She said yes in a heartbeat, a blink!
But what then, later on,
When their friends had all gone?
Would she root him? Well, what do you think?

An unexpected visitor

He creeps into her room. Her pulse quickens.
He’s naked! She thinks “What the Dickens!”
She’s naked as well,
And turned on, truth to tell;
The plot lengthens and reddens, and thickens!

Temptation

Randy, wet and deliciously tempted,
She undid her blouse and pre-empted
His hand on her breast.
Still a virgin, he guessed,
Sick of being left out and exempted.

Passing thoughts

With his shirt and his tie and one boot on,
He mounted her there, on her futon,
(A Japanese bed,
Very trendy, he’d read,
But they’re hard, and a bugger to root on!)

Her heart's not in it

He was sick of her ‘one days’ and ‘maybes’,
Her talk about God, guilt and babies;
And then, just last night,
She gave in, but took fright
About herpes and cancer and rabies.

Self discovery

With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”

Oops!

What with wondering if it would fit,
Having poked round the outside a bit,
Going on about love,
He just gave one more shove,
And then something gave way and … “Oh shit!”