She was gorgeous, but God! What a bitch!
Should he marry or murder her? Which?
As he thought this, he smiled;
She was moody and wild,
But just look at that lovely arse twitch!
Author: pete
Form and movement
Body graceful and slender and taut;
“Made for sex” was his unworthy thought.
Dancers, gymnasts and such
Left him longing to touch,
Thinking things more obscene than he ought!
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.
Ticklish situation
She’d had too much to drink, and got prickly.
“I guess you want sex,” she said thickly.
“Alright, if you must.”
Her voice dripped with disgust…
“Go ahead, but just get it done quickly.”
The put-down
Her voice icy, brow knit in a frown,
She said “Sir, you will please put me down!
You are most impolite…
In addition, you might
Get your hand out from under my gown!”
Sleeping Beauty
The prince gazed upon fair Sleeping Beauty;
Her face! And such breasts! What a cutie!
She’d wake up when kissed,
But he couldn’t resist
A quick root, before doing his duty!
Decency
Her thin smock, worn for decency’s sake,
Was threadbare, much too small, and opaque;
There was so little to it,
Her tits showed right through it!
He’d squeeze them, but then she might wake.
For posterity
Though his motives were not strictly laudable,
Whimpers and moans, barely audible,
Cries of delight,
And her skin, in that light,
He hoped, deep in his heart, were recordable!
Top shelf
To refuse her might well be offensive,
And yet he remained apprehensive;
Her obvious charms,
Her bare, welcoming arms,
Made him certain she must be expensive.
Hirsute birthday suit
He likes women whose pussies are hairy,
Big-bushed, thickly thatched, like a prairie;
Their armpits as well,
With that animal smell,
Which with diet and hygiene may vary.