She decided she must grasp the nettle,
Just praying her frayed nerves would settle,
And felt, in the holding,
Her body unfolding;
Each labium like a pink petal!
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It's a chill wind
As he hitched up her skirt hem, she laughed,
“Oh! My goodness! A sudden cold draft!”
The breeze ruffled the hair
On her never-mind-where,
Which he parted forthwith, with his shaft!
Shock and awe
There he stood, with his trousers half-mast;
She stared, goggle-eyed, gob-smacked, aghast!
His cock, big as her arm!
(It could do a girl harm!)
And all hers! No-one else’s! At last!
A moment's work
“Not a whisper!” his husky voice rasped;
Her big breasts in two strong hands were grasped;
Just whose hands, she’d no notion…
In one fluid motion,
He thrust in his cock, as she gasped!
Res ipso locuta
Although built like an ox, and as hairy as,
Girls he had, many and various,
Not by some trick,
But one glance at his prick,
And their smiles signalled “access all areas!”
The value of manners
She’d been slowly, politely denuded,
Her panties and bra too included;
Spreadeagled, she lay,
With those parts on display,
Where no man, before him, had intruded.
Niche market
From the gentry, the titled and landed,
By stages, she’d lowered her standard;
She now spread her limbs,
At the lecherous whims
Of low types, to whose vile tastes she pandered.
Before her time
A rare beauty, but quite uninhibited,
Did things obscene and prohibited;
Sad and disgraced
(It’s a matter of taste),
She was bought by a chap, and exhibited.
Pitch perfect
At the sight of his cock she went ashen,
But such was the pitch of her passion,
She figured, “Well, shit”
And, although a tight fit,
She still got it in, after a fashion.
Too much information
She was beautiful, true, but conceited…
Before sex was even completed,
She reached for her phone,
Gave one more little moan,
And “Not bad, but had better,” she tweeted.