A sloe-eyed odalisque of mixed breed,
She tapped into his unspoken need;
Musky-scented and sultry,
Intent on adult’ry,
And certain, it seemed, to succeed!
Category: AO
Adults only
The eye of the beholder
She bends over and parts her plump cheeks;
From between her thighs shyly there peeks,
Pinkly winking at him,
Silky-lashed round its rim,
That which blindly the one-eyed snake seeks.
Knowing, in the biblical sense
She knew perfectly well what it meant,
That the sheet was propped up like a tent,
Quite alarmingly so,
But she didn’t yet know
Where or how, God protect her, it went!
Cleave to each other
With a firm grip, she feels its heft;
Two good handfuls, and plenty more left!
Then she draws what she holds
Through the velvety folds
Of her yearningly yawning pink cleft.
Pushing the envelope
“I was not in the mood, that’s the issue,”
She sighed. “My God! Sometimes I wish you
Could work out what’s meant
By that big word, consent!
Now stop grinning, and pass me a tissue.”
Misgivings
She was in the end, just a bit, peeved,
Convinced, quietly, she’d been deceived.
He’d said women of class
Loved a cock up their arse;
She was hurt, sore, and somewhat aggrieved.
Heaven and hell and the doors of perception
It depends, she thought, how you perceive it,
On whom you trust, whom you believe. It
Did seem quite depraved,
And yet other girls raved!
Anal sex? She could take it or leave it.
Sneak peek
Though she’d covered her eyes, still she peeked;
“Can that all fit inside me?” she squeaked.
“Bloody oath!” he replied,
And she bore it with pride…
This in spite of the havoc it wreaked!
Good omen
She was cute, and a fair chance, he reckoned;
True love, or at least a shag, beckoned.
He said “Want a drink?”
She said “What d’ya think?”
Things looked better with each passing second!
Sex education
The school-teacher, for all her degrees,
Knows fuck-all about birds and the bees,
But she’s working it out,
Despite fear and doubt,
Though with crossed eyes and fingers and knees!