When she touched it, she gasped at it’s size;
When she stroked it, God! What a surprise!
Through her fingers there slipped
Globs of stuff that now dripped
From her hands and her belly and thighs!
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The eyes of love
She rolled over and wiped herself, wearily,
Watched the man watching her, blearily.
What was his name?
Once they grunted and came,
Men resembled each other quite eerily.
Slip of the tongue
When she told him “I love you”, it merely
Rolled off her tongue and was sheerly
Dumb verbal luck;
Still, the preceding fuck
Had been nice, though she’d put it so queerly!
Workplace relations
Jones, the gardener, grew madly jealous
Of Wilbur, the groom, who’d screwed Alice,
The scullery maid,
For which slight she now paid,
As he rooted her, tied to the trellis!
The bottom line
The third blonde from the left would be suitable,
Maybe… in fact, indisputable:
Nice face, great figure,
(Tits could have been bigger).
On balance, though, totally rootable!
Fringe benefit
He likes pubic hair, just a nice fringe,
Neatly trimmed, with perhaps a red tinge,
But the “Hitler’s moustache”
He thinks rather too harsh,
And a fully-shaved cunt makes me cringe!
Manners
She stripped off, gave her titties a squeeze,
Smacked her bum, and got down on her knees;
As she moaned and said “Fuck me!”
An impish thought struck me:
I answered, “Not till you say please!”
Raunch
He was fond of a nice bit of raunch;
Tits and pussy, a well-rounded haunch.
His pulse raced, his eyes glazed,
His mouth drooled as he gazed,
And his prick slithered under his paunch.
Perfume
He breathed deep of her musky perfume,
More arousing than any rare bloom:
In his mind and his nose
Was not lily, nor rose,
But the petal-like lips of her womb!
Chat
They’d been chatting on-line, by computer,
Swapped photos, but live she was cuter,
And, though she might think
They’d just met for a drink,
His intention of course was to root her!