Though she’d only just recently met him,
She knew that she’d never forget him;
His mouth, his dark eyes,
His strong hands on her thighs,
When he’d lifted her skirt, and she’d let him!
Author: pete
Working your way up
Kiss her toes, gently massage her feet;
She may think that you’re strange, or else sweet.
Gently pummel and squeeze
Your way up past her knees;
Rub her thighs and the part where they meet!
Presentation
When she walked in, she silenced the chatter;
Great arse and great tits, and the latter,
Très décolleté,
Appetisingly lay,
Like two puddings, served up on a platter.
Sisters
She was buxom, her sister was flatter,
One slender, one possibly fatter.
They both loved a root,
And were equally cute;
One or both? Did the choice even matter?
Diplomacy
“Want a root?” he asked, oh so refined.
She politely but firmly declined,
Showing great grace and tact,
Though in actual fact
She was more than half that way inclined!
Au clair de la lune
He just wanted to have a quick look…
As he pulled down the sheet, his hand shook…
Moonlight shone on her breast…
He grew strangely distressed…
And he came! That was all that it took!
Cheap thrills
She enjoyed the mad thrill of a quickie,
Wore proudly a scratch, bruise or hickey,
Liked watching them sniff,
When their nose caught a whiff
Of her panties, still fragrant and sticky!
Type-cast
She was plum, she was cherry and ripe,
A dumb girl, who believed all the hype,
All the lies of the guys…
So it’s no great surprise
That she sold herself cheap, true to type.
Illegally blonde
She’s got blonde hair and wonderful jugs;
She likes beer and bourbon and drugs.
She wears tight jeans, short skirts,
And she shamelessly flirts
With strange men whom she thinks of as mugs.
Hypothetical
A nice cleavage, a flash of white thigh;
It would take a man better than I
To not look, to not muse,
Whether one would refuse,
Were it offered, and if not, then why?