She was dainty, naive and demure,
So probably therefore quite pure.
The poor village dunce
Claimed he’d diddled her once,
But in retrospect wasn’t so sure!
Category: AO
Adults only
Breeding stock
Country girls are a wonderful breed:
Take the way they can sit on a steed,
Let it gallop and buck,
And have strength still to fuck,
Though their fannies be blistered and bleed!
The country girl
She’s a true country girl, born and bred,
Good with horses, though not too well-read.
She can work like a man,
Has an arms-and-legs tan,
With a well-formed hind-quarters and and head.
On the night of the day she was wed,
When her new husband took her to bed,
She performed there so well,
It was easy to tell
She’d long given her all, in the shed.
Damper
When you’re droving, you need a good cook,
One at whom it’s no hardship to look.
The hotter, the damper,
The happier camper,
Exploring each cranny and nook.
Beyond the black stump
A young girl from beyond the black stump
Won’t say no to a casual hump.
Though she’s plain and she’s vulgar,
Out there in the mulga,
At offers like that one should jump!
Bucolic
He’s a gentleman, my brother, Bert,
Though of course he’s a bit of a flirt:
He’s had girls on the floor,
Up against the church door,
In the paddocks, but not in the dirt.
Wild child
Young and beautiful… almost a child…
Smiling… begs to be used and defiled…
So sweet, innocent, pure…
He asks “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah!” she says. “Fuckin’ go wild!”
Scents and Sensibility
She oozed sex… You could taste it and smell it,
Enticing his sensual palate…
Breath, pussy juice, sweat…
You could tell she was wet…
Catch it, bottle it… God! You could sell it!
Drilling down
A great body, a breaker of hearts,
Skilled at all the erotic dark arts…
A great fuck… but to love?
Like, if push come to shove,
Is she more than the sum of her parts?
Keep smiling
Bondage sounded, like, edgy and fun…
Shoulda pulled up her panties and run!
Bein’ tied up and buggered…
Fuck! Pretty damn rugged!
A pain in the arse! ‘Scuse the pun.