She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
A palette for the palate
Pussies taste and smell vaguely of yeast,
Which does not put one off in the least!
Sometimes mushrooms, maybe,
Or a hint of the sea;
Come what may, it’s a moveable feast!
Putting on the Ritz
They’d had oysters and steak at the Ritz.
The wine sparkled; he said it had spritz!
She had too much to drink,
And soon (what do you think?)
She was naked, and doing the splits!
The romantic type
They went out in the bus, not a cab.
Later on, at his flat, (rather drab),
He put on the hard word,
(Always did, so she’d heard).
Fair enough, since he’d picked up the tab.
Getting it off her chest
When he buried his face in her chest,
Tweaked her nipple or fondled a breast,
She’d just sigh, roll her eyes,
Say “What gives with you guys?
They’re just tits! God, you make me depressed!”
Buttery
Jiggs, the butler went white as a ghost!
Butter dripped off m’lady’s hot toast
And bespattered her breast,
(She was carelessly dressed),
Which was bigger, (well, both were) than most!
Damp squib
Though in fact quite a sexual squib,
And a virgin, she’d told him a fib;
“I’m a trollop!” she’d said.
Naked now, in his bed,
What to do? She’d just have to ad-lib!
Tantric sex
He admired her chakra, her aura;
They undressed, communed with the flora,
Made love in a field;
Her rash has now healed,
Her yoni, though’s, still getting sorer.
Post-diluvian pragmatism
“Well, it’s just been that way since the ark,”
He said pensively. Puzzling remark.
“Boy and girl, two by two;
The main thing is the screw.”
It rang true, though, she thought, although stark.