Bloody men, standing round by the keg!
Don’t they want to throw over the leg?
What’s a girl got to do
In this place for a screw,
Get her knickers off, bend down and beg?
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Waste not, want not
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
The unbearable wetness of being (horny)
“God, he’s slow!” she thought. “Shy, I suppose.
He could have any woman he chose!
And me, love in my eyes,
Pussy juice down my thighs,
Like some snotty kid’s damn runny nose!”
They also serve
“Look at you, pet, all sulky and sniffy!”
She said. “Just keep rubbing your stiffy!
Your friend’s almost done,
Then some nice buttered bun!
Slip, slop, slap! You’ll get off in a jiffy!”
Opportunity knocks
Young and pretty, not terribly bright;
Still a virgin! He’d soon put that right.
Never seen a hard cock.
He imagined her shock,
Pussy stretched round it, lovely and tight!
Sackcloth and ashes
I’ve been weak, said the priest at confession,
Had sex with young girls, a transgression.
I’ll pray hard tonight,
Do some penance. Alright?
Anything but the scourge and the hessian!
Bottom line
A nice dinner, a pretty good wine;
When he asked for a fuck, she said “Fine,
Just the usual way?
For a bondage scene, say,
I’d expect an enhanced bottom line.”
Things that go bump in the night
Some damn chap into whom she had bumped,
At the bar, perhaps? Still she was stumped…
Though she gave not a toss…
But remained at a loss,
As to how, or by whom she’d been humped.
Tears and fears
She was tasty! Goddam finger-lickin’ !
“Go on, urged his mates. “Are you chicken?”
They’d all had a go,
And he wanted to, though,
When she’d cried, he’d felt sort of guilt-stricken.
The floral emblem
Baby-smooth, cunt shaved clean as a whistle!
It grew back, though, stiff, prickly bristle.
She thought “Fuck the razor!
Next time I’ll get laser,
Look more like a rose than a thistle!”