Sex is meant to be good fun and funny,
Not all about power and money.
It’s laughing in bed,
Loving words, softly said;
That’s what makes women’s honey pots runny!
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
The white witch
As a hobby she plays the white witch;
She casts spells, she can make her nose twitch,
In long robes, pointed hat,
With a broom and all that,
On occasions, not wearing a stitch!
Where angels fear to tread
Though she wasn’t completely opposed
To the game he so slyly proposed;
Ropes and blindfolds and such,
It all seemed a bit much,
But, then, might be quite fun, she supposed!
The dilemma
Though a virgin, be that as it may,
How else might she persuade him to stay?
If she gave in, said yes,
Would he love her, then, less,
Or the more, having gone all the way?
Square root
She’d made love to him, just on a dare,
So as not to be thought to be square,
Which she didn’t mind, but
To be then called a slut
Was inaccurate, harsh and unfair!
Bad dream
As a girl how she’d longingly dreamed
Of her wedding night, flirted and schemed.
Now a bride! At long last!
He undressed… but aghast
At the sight of his penis, she screamed!
Brevity, the soul of wit
Her short skirt and tight blouse were suggestive;
The men standing round her grew restive.
“Garn! Show us some tit!”
Said one notable wit.
Her sharp glance proved that looks are deceptive.
Soft landing
Folded into his urgent embrace,
Her big boobs take up most of the space.
Bloody lovely, God knows!
As the old saying goes;
She won’t ever fall flat on her face!
Rustic idyll
Country life is idyllic, bucolic,
A lazy, libidinous frolic;
Lush grass, tranquil waters,
Plump-arsed farmers’ daughters,
Lewd pleasures, and some alcoholic!
The answer to prayer
From the straight path and narrow she’d strayed,
Given in and had sex, now she prayed
Not for mercy, God-sent,
Since she didn’t repent,
But for more of the same, I’m afraid!