I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.
Author: pete
Light entertainment
He admired the way the light played
On her breasts and her hips as she swayed,
How the music enhanced
Her allure, as she danced,
Though he knew these were tricks of the trade.
Cats
On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
To have and to hold
They’d just met, but he seemed rather nice;
A few glasses of wine broke the ice.
She envisaged her life,
As his well-maintained wife,
For which shagging him seemed a small price
.
Pretty in white
There she lay, wearing nought but a smile,
She beside whom he’d walked down the aisle.
She’d looked pretty in white,
He exclaimed , in delight,
But looked prettier now, by a mile!
Rooted
They’d been at it for most of the night,
When she begged for a moment’s respite;
He seemed deaf to her faint
Words of weary complaint,
Which he still kept on rooting despite.
Fight or flight
Her response should have been fight or flight,
But somehow, just then, neither seemed right;
So she let him undress her,
Which didn’t distress her
As much as she’d thought that it might.
Thou shalt not covet
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife,
Nor his ox, nor his ass. (Get a life!)
Nor his man-servant. (Why?)
Nor his maidservant. (Sigh.)
It’s too silly, so coveting’s rife!
Worn-out welcome
They’d made love a few times, which was nice;
Three, no, four times to be more precise.
He was thinking “Not bad,
For a young, novice lad!”
Till she said “Next time, twice would suffice!”
Starlight
The stars were romantic and twinkly;
His penis grew less and less wrinkly.
Her breasts hovered, white,
Like twin moons in the night,
And her labia winked at him pinkly.