La Duchesse was renowned for her haughtiness,
Patronage, wealth and her naughtiness;
Artists and such
Must endure her touch,
Her bad breath, sweaty bosom and wartiness.
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Free market economy
For two bucks you could fondle her titty…
They hadn’t enough though, a pity…
They came to a deal…
They’d all cop a feel,
For five, plus the change in the kitty.
Wise and foolish virgins
A young priestess, back sometime historical,
Asked of the wise Delphi Oracle
“Must I be chaste?
It does seem such a waste!”
(Though the question of course was rhetorical.)
Humidy and tumidity
He watched, hidden; a perfumed mist swathed
Him and her both, like sweat, as she bathed.
He did things, in his mind,
Of the nastiest kind.
She emerged, nonetheless, quite unscathed!
A marriage of convenience
Though he sensed in his wife some estrangement;
Hysteria maybe, derangement…
She, being recumbent,
And he, the incumbent,
He thought quite a decent arrangement.
Five minutes of fame
Her head stuck on some porn star – a hoax,
Such amusement, though fake, it evokes!
It’s all over the net;
Not on Facebook, though, yet.
“Guess I’m only half-famous!” she jokes.
The electrical sex machine (prototype)
The machine still has one or two faults;
Some burnt hair, small electrical jolts
To the internal parts,
Women though, once it starts,
Do implore one to crank up the volts!
Hollywood story
Not an actress, to which she’d aspired;
Her best-by date must have expired.
A waitress that’s all,
Still awaiting that call
From her agent… broke, sagging and tired.
The modern woman
She considered herself rather modern;
Her panties, when worn, often sodden,
The way to her heart,
And that other warm part,
A path easily found and much trodden.
Fill in the gaps
Inaccessible, wrinkled and pleated…
He poked, prodded, gave up defeated.
“For ****’s sake!” he cursed.
“Can I have a look first?
Where’s your damn ****? (Expletives deleted.)