Why on earth would a young girl abstain,
Be as horny as hell, but refrain,
And not give in to lust?
Such a waste, and for just
Some uncertain, vague, post-mortem gain!
Category: AO
Adults only
Roots
Just a woman in search of her roots,
Black, brown, brindle, she gave not two hoots.
Big or small, short or tall,
She’d root one, she’d root all,
Men in overalls, grass skirts or suits.
Terms of endearment
As she strokes him it lengthens and firms.
As he prods at her pussy, she squirms.
As he nibbles her tits,
She says, “See how it fits…”
It would seem that they’re coming to terms.
Bummer
She went out and got drunk and went slumming;
I guess the poor girl had it coming.
The sex had been great,
But now, bad luck or fate,
There was something not right with her plumbing!
Insightfulness
Yes, he calls her a slut, but not spitefully;
Sometimes he’s rough, but not frightfully,
Mostly in fun …
Some love’s better than none,
And his cock fits her fanny delightfully!
Love at first sight
What a body! Quite bloody incredible!
Pussy decidedly edible!
God, what he’d do,
For just one little screw!
Oh so beddable, possibly weddable!
Anthropology 101
They’re a native folk, all superstitious,
Their warriors brutal and vicious,
Remarkably hung.
Though the girls marry young,
If you get to them first they’re delicious!
Compulsion
It was not just the fit, but her heat…
Her cunt salty, her mouth and breath sweet…
The soft heave of her breasts…
Whispered, urgent requests
He obeyed… but would never repeat!
Sweet talk
“You got nice little titties,” he wheezed,
“But they’re small, for a grown-up,” he teased.
“And your prick ain’t that big,
You fat, greasy old pig,”
She said, letting her nipples be squeezed.
Peep-show
Giggling, drunk, a bit drowsy and noddy,
She sprawled in the chair. A nice body.
Her skirt had slipped up,
One breast out of its cup.
Bloody nice, and her arse wasn’t shoddy.