I was so drunk, one night, that I missed.
“That’s the wrong hole!” she breathlessly hissed.
I pulled out with a pop,
But she said “God, don’t stop!”
I said “OK, then, since you insist!”
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Again
Said insatiable Katie McGettigan,
“Fuck me again, and then yet again!
“Katie,” I cried,
“You’ll be worn out inside!”
She just giggled and said “But I’m wet again!”
Badge of honour
Though I mean Miss Maguire no malice,
On top of her cunt, there’s a callus.
One might, then assume
That she’s someone of whom
Girls with tamer sex lives should be jealous!
Lucky dip
There’s a horny young girl called Lynette,
With a fanny that’s constantly wet.
When men ask for a fuck,
It’s a matter of luck
As to who, or how many she’ll let.
With a twist
Of old girlfriends, the top of my list
Is the one who liked sex with a twist.
She’d give most things a go,
(In fact, never said no),
All the more so, if just a bit pissed.
Not to be callous
Of what little mystique she had left
Miss Fitztwiddle must now be bereft:
I’ve been told (and it shows),
By a fellow who knows
She’s got calluses round her poor cleft.
Productivity bonus
A young factory worker called Jill,
With a sigh, said she’d been through the mill.
She had rooted from foreman,
Right down to the storeman:
The night-shift is rooting her still!
All yours
“Pick an orifice, any,” said Jill.
“I’m all yours, till you’ve quite had your fill!
But one thing I insist upon,
That’s being pissed upon,
After you’ve done what you will.”
Colour blind
There’s a certain young lady called Jackson,
So horny, her nickname is klaxon:
She’ll hop into bed
With men black, brown or red,
And, on Sundays, the odd Anglo-Saxon!
Jot and tittle
Of allure she’d not an iota,
Her manner removed, or remoter,
One might have thought men
Were quite out of her ken,
Yet in fact she got more than her quota.