Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
Author: pete
Dirty deeds
There was no need, poor girl, to embellish.
The truth was sufficiently hellish!
Deeds ever so vile!
His lascivious smile,
And his lecherous, treacherous relish!
Ensnared
Whether tricked or seduced or ensnared,
At this point she no longer damn cared…
If he stopped now she’d die …
She came then, with a cry!
And just think… she might well have been spared!
Moonlight
In the heat of the night the girl slumbered,
Moonlit, skin aglow, unencumbered,
Deliciously wet,
Unaware still, as yet,
That her days as a virgin were numbered.
The village maid
Quite the gentleman, proper nobility,
No doubt about his virility;
Awestruck, she sucked,
Gave herself to be fucked,
To the best of her humble ability.
Casting the first stone
An erotic aesthete, scholar, purist?
Or sleazy, sick, sexual tourist?
Pornography? Art?
Was he even that smart?
Questions best left to mull by the jurist.
Rite of passage
Cherry popped, she felt changed, somehow girlier,
Tits firmer, pubic hair curlier,
Flirty, not shy,
Mildly wondering why
She’d not got herself rooted much earlier!
Fundamentally speaking
In America, gals have an ass,
A term vulgar demeaning and crass;
English girls have an arse,
Which, of course, has more class,
As befitting a more refined lass.
A woman’s intuition
The next morning, half naked, mind foggy,
She vaguely recalled feeling groggy.
Perhaps she’d passed out.
She’d been rooted, no doubt…
Since her panties were sticky and soggy.
Poise
The damn girl showed remarkable poise;
Naked, cameras, lights, all that noise,
A damn lens up her cunt,
Being poked back and front,
By men’s fingers and pricks and their toys!