Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”
Author: pete
Sidewalk special
She’s so bored, staring out at four walls;
She goes out, struts her stuff round the malls.
That cute guy in the suit,
Might he fancy a root?
Nah. Just standing there, scratching his balls.
The star
The best thing about stardom and fandom,
These guys, she could fuck them at random!
Screw one, two a night,
Say one black, then one white.
Maybe two at a time, fucking tandem!
The waiting game
Was it random, or premeditated?
Some pervert, or someone she’d dated…
Some guy who she kissed,
And who didn’t insist…
She’d have fucked anyhow, if he’d waited?
Lucky dip
Her first cock! Quite surprised how it bent;
Still not certain, in fact, where it went!
Except somewhere down there.
And who gave a fuck where?
Or if not quite in where it was meant!
Non-discrimination
“Look, I quite fancy girls,” she confided.
“Just so you’re not, you know, misguided.”
“That’s alright,” he said.
“You give wonderful head!
Fuck me now, or else once you’ve decided.”
The bordello
In a well known bordello, carousing,
The girls naked, rather arousing,
His friends gone upstairs;
“Like to sample our wares?”
Said the madam. “No thanks. Only browsing!”
Lost for words
“You okay, love?” he asked. “Yeah? Just nod.”
His cock jammed down her throat, the damn sod!
But she’s in a big tizz;
Bad enough as it is,
Let alone when he shoots his damn wad!
The crux
He caressed her warm breasts; her pulse quickened.
Heart yearning, gut churning, quite sickened!
“I love you!” she sighed,
(His two fingers inside).
Like his cock, to her shock, the plot thickened!
Root vegetables
The young girls of Barbados and Cuba
Drink rum (Captain Morgan, Coruba),
Dance, fuck, night and day,
With their boyfriend or, say,
A manioc (a large edible tuber.)