She was better in bed than he’d guessed;
No finesse, but she did do her best,
And to show she had class,
Mouth or pussy or arse,
She just smiled and said “Yeah, be my guest.”
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Though she smiled, as she gracefully stripped;
Though her pussy was shaven and clipped;
Although wet, he could see,
When she straddled his knee,
She remained resolutely tight-lipped.
Skirting the issue
Women’s labia, plump, fleshy frills,
Frame vaginas, which beauticians’ skills
Seek to style and display
In some new, clever way,
Though they still look like fishes’ pink gills.
In the heat of the night
Furtive, into her bedroom he crept;
They made love, which was lovely, except
That, although he came twice,
It just would have been nice
Had it not all occurred while she slept!
Hands-on experience
When the boy’s hand deliciously strayed
Up to, into her panties and played,
She protested, but sighed,
Let two fingers inside,
Breathless, thrilled, although slightly afraid.
A position of disadvantage
She complained “This is far from ideal!
It’s rather degrading, I feel…
My bum in the air,
While you’re pulling my hair,
While you do what you do, while I kneel!”
Gravitational attraction
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.
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!