He should ask for a fuck, it made sense,
Though she might well, of course, take offence,
But he might just get laid,
For what difference that made
In the overall tide of events.
Author: pete
The matter in hand
He decided he’d simply persist;
Buy her presents, perhaps get her pissed.
He imagined his cock
Getting hard as a rock
In the grip of her pretty young fist!
Beads and trinkets
For a necklace, some such gaudy trinket,
She might … but no! Don’t even think it!
To suck’s bad enough,
But to swallow the stuff!
In a wine glass… would anyone drink it?
The social graces
Where on earth would a woman have got
Had she not learned to flirt and gavotte,
(And be damn good in bed)?
Better to, as she said,
Be a ‘have’ than a bloody ‘have-not’!
One track mind
“All you men have a damn one track mind!”
She complained. “True,” he said, “but I find
Women think of sex too;
I’d be up for a screw,
If perchance you were that way inclined!”
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?
Anatomical inevitablity
She had breasts of a certain immensity,
Soft and pneumatic in density,
Likely to pop,
It seemed, out of her top,
Which did have, too, that happy propensity!
Divertimento
Teasing, leading men on, shameless flirting,
Though naughty, she found quite diverting;
Come on, get them hard,
Leave them mentally scarred!
All good fun and, fuck, who was it hurting?
Waxing lyrical
When she went for her first pubic wax,
It was pretty damn hard to relax.
It was sticky and hot,
Right? So what if it got
In her intimate wrinkles and cracks?
Extending a warm welcome
She’d lie low for a while, convalesce;
She’d survived it okay, more or less.
But, like, who was to know
He was so hung? Good, though,
That she’d gotten his name and address!