Other girls fancy handsome, dumb jocks,
Or else rock stars, pants hugging their cocks;
But a sensitive guy,
A bit thin, a bit shy,
Who likes cooking, is what ticks her box!
Category: AO
Adults only
Umming and ahhing
She’d enjoyed his soft clitoral strumming,
His going down on her, while humming,
But, having got in,
Soon the pleasure wore thin,
And she wished he would be more forthcoming!
So he reckoned
With a wink and a gesture, she beckoned;
Bold, buxom, delightfully fecund,
The young snatch of whom,
In a small upstairs room,
He could be up, and would, in a second!
Can't get it down
The gods fashioned the wood nymph to cater
For sexual needs in the satyr;
That creature, the faun,
Roots from dusk until dawn,
Rests a while, and then roots some more later!
Sex demystified
Sex is simpler in fact than in fiction;
Enough firm vaginal constriction;
Skilled girls use their talents
To keep the right balance
Between lubrication and friction.
Like mother, like daughter
Her mum gave her careful instruction,
To teach her the art of seduction;
From facial expression,
Right up to that session
Which dealt with correct use of suction.
The pout
He was so hard, he thought he might burst.
She said “Come on, big boy, do your worst!”
What a charming effect;
Her big nipples erect,
And her labia puckered and pursed!
Gene puddle
It was fun, but a bit of a muddle;
Which sister to fuck, which to cuddle?
One after the other?
Then also their mother!
Or all at once, heaped in a huddle?
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
He’d seduce girls, then leave while they slept,
Couldn’t bear to be there when they wept,
For lost love, for divorce,
And their panties, of course…
Which he put in his pocket and kept.
Close encounter of the first kind
It was moist, pink, off-putting a bit,
Like a plump fig, so ripe it had split.
It was dripping with juice,
But what possible use?
Taste it? Poke it? His finger might fit.