Though the girl was an unashamed tease,
When he begged for a root, and said “please”,
She took something like pity,
Exposed some more titty,
And gave his poor hard-on a squeeze.
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Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.
The wombat (eats, roots and leaves)
She was broad of backside and big-titted,
A nice girl, though rather dim-witted.
That men had their way with her,
Then didn’t stay with her,
Left her confused and embittered.
Tall story
On her flushed face a grimace was etched,
As her pussy was pushed, pulled and stretched.
Though it hurt her like hell,
She could not wait to tell
Her best girlfriend (who’d think it far-fetched.)
A thin line
What American girls call a thong
Is a dreadful sartorial wrong.
Though the bit at the front
May just cover the cunt,
The rest gets where it doesn’t belong!
Sade but true
The eccentric old Marquis de Sade
Liked a root, but he couldn’t get hard
Without causing girls pain,
But what’s hard to explain
Is, they came back for more, although scarred!
Ecumenical
He liked breasts big and round and low-slung,
With long nipples, that bounced as they swung,
And he paid little heed
To the race or the creed
Of the girl on whose ribcage they hung.
Klutz
Being, sadly, a sexual klutz
Lacking charm, style, good looks and plain guts,
He was not in the hunt
For the more refined cunt,
But he did do alright with the sluts.
Alive!
A bored housewife, who used to contrive
To sneak out for a drink and some jive,
Gave herself to strange men,
And again, and again,
Just to make herself feel alive!
Leda and the swan
Leda lay on the bank, pale and wan,
Pride and virtue and dignity gone:
She exclaimed “What’s the use
Of resistance, if Zeus
Wants to fuck me, dressed up as a swan?”