She’s a quaint anatomical freak;
She tells men her vagina can speak,
Then she giggles and strips,
And she can move her lips,
But her pussy can’t do more than squeak.
Category: AO
Adults only
A different complexion
By the lamplight, he sees, as he peeks,
Her full lips and her plump, rosy cheeks,
Her long, curly, dark hair;
He continues to stare:
It’s a glimpse of her face that he seeks!
Put it down to experience
“It’s your first time”, he said, “I’ll be gentle,
I won’t get too experimental.”
But what could she do,
When he buggered her too,
Saying “Whoops! That was quite accidental” ?
Message received
She lounged languidly, hips splayed, inviting,
Moist pussy displayed… so exciting!
Her nipples erect…
Her intent, in effect,
She could not have made plainer in writing.
Sensual woman
She smelled spicy, and musky, and sweet;
Enough fat, enough succulent meat;
Slightly gamey to taste;
With some oil to baste,
Good enough, salty-sweated, to eat!
An eye for the mainchance
As he cranked up the foreplay a notch,
He thought “This is one chance I won’t botch!”
He let go of one tit,
Wet his fingers with spit,
And reached down for a grab at her crotch.
The way of the world
It’s the way of the world, I suppose;
A young girl has to stay on her toes.
She’d said yes to a drink
Which, of course, made him think
She might root. And she did. So it goes.
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
The end of her tether
She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?