Mood music

Miss McKenzie, my music instructor,
Was once under a famous conductor:
To “La Mer” by Debussy,
He tickled her pussy,
And during the nocturne, he fucked her!

Seed saving

As he thrust himself in, to the hilt,
She exclaimed, “Are you scared it might wilt?”
He said “Pardon my haste,
But I do deplore waste,
And I’d hate to see good semen  spilt.

The getting

Having chased her and finally got her,
He worked her up hotter and hotter:
He lifted her skirt,
Saying “Hush, this won’t hurt.”
He was right, but no less of a rotter!

Ne’er do well

When I kissed her, she muttered and fussed,
And she claimed I’d been false to her trust,
But she said, between sighs,
As I parted her thighs,
“Do it well, then, if do it you must!”

Umami

Though her cunt did taste slightly of fish,
For what more could a man ever wish?
He continued to savour
Her delicate flavour,
Then plunged in his cock, with a squish!