With each fibre, each tiny corpuscle,
Each breath; with heart, mind, gut and muscle,
She flailed and screamed;
Each fuck not, so it seemed,
Just a fuck, but a life or death tussle!
Author: pete
After the event
Though he truly did seem quite contrite,
It did give her a terrible fright;
He’d said sorry and all,
And his cock was just small,
But that still didn’t make it alright!
Want a rubber, duckie?
“You! Young man!” she cried. “Come here, duckie!
“First time? Well you’ve just struck it lucky!
A tenner, alright?
Mind, it’s been a big night,
And my pussy’s a little bit mucky!”
Youthful enthusiasm
His cock hard, as he hitched up her dress,
As she tugged at her panties, “Yes! Yes!”
But he came in her hand…
(His first time, understand…)
What a hot, sticky, glorious mess
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, cock of ass.
Still to find: a young suitable lass,
Virgin, (seem so, at least,)
To be used by the priest,
In strange ways, for next Sunday’s black mass.
Ragnar Lothbrok
Ragnar Lothbrok, that feisty old viking,
Found English life much to his liking;
The mead, the fair skin,
(Once he’d slaughtered their kin),
Of the girls he met, rowing or hiking.
Scrambled egg
If she says yes, then wants to renege,
It might not seem too macho, but beg!
If she’s not wet enough,
You can use lots of stuff,
Butter, spit, or the yolk of an egg!
Intelligent design
Women’s bodies are nicely designed,
But for purposes vaguely defined;
Yes, for breeding and such,
But by God, there’s so much
One can do, if the girl doesn’t mind!
Premeditation
She was beautiful, quite without flaws;
He could have her, but might not, because
If he did so, who knew
If the things he might do,
(Which he would), might break various laws?
Good time girl
She was vacuous, giggly and fickle,
But loved the good old slap and tickle,
Or try something new?
She was up for that too!
Yes, by god, she was worth every nickel!