When she laughed at the man’s one track mind,
He said “Yes, well, my thoughts are confined
To when next we might screw,
And the things that I’ll do,
And which orifice, things of that kind.”
Category: AO
Adults only
How to please a woman
Almost nine out of ten women polled,
From sixteen up to sixty years old,
Say they’d like sex much more,
And come often, they swore,
If their men would just do what they’re told!
Seduction in the seraglio
Belly rippling, she rhythmically danced,
Pelvic muscles taut too, which enhanced
That last pleasure, delayed,
As he throbbed, as she swayed…
At which, too, she was rather advanced.
Getting to know her
She’s a bit of a tease and a flirt;
When she fucks though, it’s always covert,
Or the neighbours would talk,
And their children would gawk,
But a bit on the side doesn’t hurt.
Ambrosia
She’s a slave more to love than to Mammon;
Her sex life all feast or else famine.;
Petite, slender legs,
Little breasts, like poached eggs,
Her cunt salty and sweet, like smoked salmon.
Oral tradition
A good Christian girl, hard to seduce,
She gave ev’ry old tired excuse.
Though she couldn’t, it’s true,
Be persuaded to screw,
She went down on him. Call it a truce!
Raking the coals
He’d just come. She lay damply enfolded,
Her cunt to his cock slickly moulded,
Breasts heaving, lips bruised,
Spent, relieved, but confused;
Love’s flame gone, but the embers still smouldered.
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Virtue impugned
Had he thought of the wrath he’d incur,
He’d have been careful not to infer
That he’d rooted her once,
When, despite all the cunts
He’d been in in , he had not been in her!
Rootin' tootin'
Jed and Otis, twin brothers, inbred,
Lacking women, screwed livestock instead,
Or their sisters or mother,
And sometimes each other,
Most times in the barn or the shed.