With their rifles and Colt 45s,
And their fists and their boots and their knives,
Cowboys fought to the death,
To their last, cursing breath,
To preserve rooting rights to their wives.
Author: pete
Wild West 7
She was pretty, nice titties, but bossy;
She bucked on his cock, “Gee up hossie!”
She yelled, “Fuck me hard!
I’ll be feathered and tarred,
If I stop till I’ve fucked the whole posse!”
Wild West 8
She grew up in a house on the prairie,
All innocent, pretty, unwary…
But then caught the eye
Of strange men passing by,
When tits grew, and her pussy got hairy.
Wild West 9
Just a whore in a Texas saloon,
She thought, God, get me out of this soon!
I should marry before
My tits sag anymore,
And my pussy looks like a spitoon!
The royal wedding
As a princess, of course, she was fated,
While young, to be married off, mated
To some beastly lord,
To be fucked, then ignored,
While he farted and snored, drunk and sated.
Yielding not to temptation
Like virtue’s last stalwart defender,
A credit to God and her gender,
She kept him at bay,
Although more than half-way
To corrupted… inclined to surrender!
Wham! Bam!
Though she bore him no great animosity,
God! What a cock! A monstrosity!
Big as a horse,
And applied with such force,
At such length, with such strength and ferocity!
Window of opportunity
Why on earth would a young girl abstain,
Be as horny as hell, but refrain,
And not give in to lust?
Such a waste, and for just
Some uncertain, vague, post-mortem gain!
Roots
Just a woman in search of her roots,
Black, brown, brindle, she gave not two hoots.
Big or small, short or tall,
She’d root one, she’d root all,
Men in overalls, grass skirts or suits.
Terms of endearment
As she strokes him it lengthens and firms.
As he prods at her pussy, she squirms.
As he nibbles her tits,
She says, “See how it fits…”
It would seem that they’re coming to terms.