People call her “the thinking man’s crumpet”;
She’s more like the drinking man’s strumpet!
She says “What’s up Doc?”
While she rubs a man’s cock;
When it’s hard, lewdly winking, she’ll hump it!
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Wide eyes and wide thighs
‘Twas a thing to astound and bewilder!
The way that it grew! How it filled her!
Still half yet to go!
Quite impossible … though…
She’d damn get it all in, if it killed her!
Yesterday’s rooster
He was grumpy, pot-bellied and grizzled,
But strong as a bull, and long-pizzled.
Back then, in his youth,
Girls had swooned! Now, in truth,
His cock twitched at best, dribbled and fizzled.
La Paloma
The term prostitute seemed a misnomer;
They danced, the band played “La Paloma”.
He sniffed in the air…
From her damp underwear,
Her disturbingly musky aroma!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
Honk if you’re horny
Feeling horny, she honked her left hooter…
Undressed, even sexier, cuter!
He didn’t know yet,
But was willing to bet
That she’d be an insatiable rooter!
Not a good relationship
She’d had too much to drink, and felt sleepy;
They’d argued, she went to bed, weepy.
He followed her, though,
And still rooted her! So…
Mean… sort of… and weird and creepy.
The pragmatist
Pushing thirty, almost a recluse,
What would any girl do, in her shoes?
A nice bloke, a good suit;
Dinner, drinks, then a root.
At her age, could she still pick and choose?
Disillusionment
While she sucked it, and gave it a crank,
She thought “This isn’t love, to be frank.
I’m just a receptacle,”
(Cynical, sceptical),
“Someone inside whom to wank!”