She undressed; her expression was pensive.
She glanced at his cock, apprehensive.
Size does, in fact matter;
The longer, the fatter,
The fuck all the more comprehensive!
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Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!
Just a peck
It began with a kiss, just a peck,
But their urges were hard, then, to check.
In a trice, clothes were shed
And, entwined on the bed,
He was in it, right up to her neck!
A question of balance
She’d done things that she sort of regretted;
She went off her food and she fretted.
She loved him so much,
But did fucking and such
Make him love her, or only indebted?
A muddle
She had got herself into a muddle:
A kiss and an innocent cuddle,
A couple of wines,
And his well-practised lines
Served her mind only more to befuddle!
Winners and losers
There’s a bloke I know, whom it amuses,
By charm, or by various ruses,
To coax into bed
Girls I’d never have said
Were that type… only beautiful losers.
The morning after
It’s a life-changing day, when you waken,
To find your virginity taken:
You might shout “Yippee!”
And get up for a pee,
Or feel guilty, and sad and forsaken.
The gift
Her virginity’s each woman’s gift,
Given once, at which not to be sniffed,
And a chivalrous man
Should accept, if he can,
Lest she be understandably miffed.
Fashion flair
Her short skirt and her neckline were daring:
Men stared at the flesh she was baring.
Her big bosom jiggled,
Her bum swayed and wiggled,
The watching men’s nostrils were flaring.
The end of her tether
She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.