Though she’d heard making love was no picnic:
Foreplay, she found out, was a quick lick,
A grope of her tits,
(Which just thrilled her to bits),
And then in to the hilt with his thick prick.
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Blind Freddie
A young woman, who scorned underwear,
Said “I like a cool breeze under there,
And I shave off the hair,
And bend over a chair,
So Blind Freddie can fuck me, not wonder where!”
A pirate's life
A pirate’s life’s all blood and thunder;
They rape and they pillage and plunder,
Take lesser men’s lives,
Ravish daughters and wives,
Tearing clothing and hymens asunder.
One man’s paradise
There was once an old islamic mullah,
Whose love-life could not have been duller.
He craved after-life,
With no nagging old wife,
Full of virgins of each race and colour!
Inky
She was pierced and studded and inky,
Her dress was revealing and slinky.
She purred, as he gaped,
“First, I want to be raped,
Then perhaps something rather more kinky.
Up in the hills
All those redneck folks up in the hills,
Drinking moonshine and watching their stills,
Screw their siblings and cousins,
Have kids by the dozens
Shoot critters and fight, for cheap thrills.
Uplifting
They made love, standing up, in the lift:
It was daring, erotic and swift,
And apart from the thrill,
There was no hotel bill:
It was done less from lust than from thrift!
The good wife
During sex my good wife lies inert,
While my sexual will I exert.
From in front or behind,
She seems never to mind,
Just as long as I pull down her skirt.
The papist
He’s respectable, shy and a papist,
In secret though, sickly escapist,
And when not at church
He submits to the birch;
He’s a pedophile too, and a rapist.
Buttered toast
Butter dripped from the young lady’s toast,
On her attributes full and foremost:
Tragic waste it was that
Her dull husband just sat,
In his newspaper deeply engrossed.