The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?
Author: pete
Committment
She was game, one must say, or committed;
It seemed like it wouldn’t have fitted!
She got it in, true,
But, by god, now she knew
How it felt giving birth, she admitted!
The naturist
Naked, bareback, she rode in all weather;
She might, her touch light as a feather,
(No need to undress herself),
Sometimes caress herself,
Pussy lips tough as old leather!
Nothing to crow about
The poor jock, muscled up, big and tanned,
Looked crestfallen, could not understand;
“No reflection on you,”
She’d said, “Thanks for the screw,
Though it was a bit, shall we say, bland.”
Wear and tear
Her kind offer to root him rebuffed,
She should tell him to go and get stuffed!
What a bloody disgrace,
To have said to her face
That her pussy looked droopy and scuffed!
Morbid curiosity
He was just so damn huge! A gorilla!
Like out of some shlock-horror thriller!
Heart racing, in shock…
My God! Look at his cock!
But suppose he’s some serial killer?
In the stars
In her horoscope, blinking, the cursor
Highlighted the rising of Ursa,
(Not Major, but Minor),
Which ruled her vagina,
So, fucking good news! Or vice versa.
The sheik’s daughters
Sheik Azif let his daughters be tutored;
Enlightened, but lest they be rooted,
He also decreed,
Not unwisely, indeed,
That the school teacher had to be neutered!
The wind out of his sails
When he fucked her, she didn’t mind frightfully.
Things had turned out quite delightfully!
She’d liked it too,
So he thought. Thought he knew.
“I’ve had better and worse”, she said spitefully.
Wild west 11
Raped, abducted, abused by this bandit,
Tied up to a tree… Could she stand it?
Nude, narry a garment!
The lecherous varmint!
Could not be more fun if she’d planned it!