She’s a whore in a rough-house saloon,
Breasts each like a big rosy balloon!
When she takes men upstairs,
These and much more she bares
Meanwhile humming “Au clair de la lune”.
Author: admin
First date
Her friend set it all up; a blind date
With her new boyfriend’s friend. He was late.
Well, they went out for drinks,
But, she must have a jinx!
When they fucked, it was quite second rate.
Gut feeling
She thought, later, the sex wasn’t great.
Not much foreplay; the bloke couldn’t wait!
Though he had a nice prick,
When they fucked, she felt sick.
A bit strange. Maybe something she ate.
A bird in the hand
She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.
Mission accomplished
She was drunk, half-undressed, a bit groggy,
And horny! Her panties were soggy!
Then they too were gone,
And a bit later on
She was rooted, it seems, though it’s foggy.
Third time lucky
Though she thought him, at first, rather frightful,
The fuck was, she found, quite delightful.
Although he’d come twice,
And she too, which was nice,
She urged, “Do it again! I’m not quite full!”
Kalgoorlie
The young ladies out there in Kalgoorlie
Mostly act fairly impurely.
Not all are hookers;
In fact, the best lookers
Are just sluts. Some virgins too, surely!
Sicilian girls
A young girl from Palermo, in Sicily,
Boys thought behaved a bit prissily;
Though she gave head,
She then, afterwards, said
“Yuck! That’s awful! Men’s dicks are so gristly!
The young ladies of Italy
The flirtatious young ladies of Italy
Wear make-up to bed and dress prettily.
In the piazza
The lowliest tarts are
Dressed smartly and sell themselves wittily!
Pan
In the woods, if they bumped into Pan,
Village girls took one look, screamed and ran!
Later, sleepless at night,
They still thrilled at the sight
Of his prick, double that of a man!