Sadly, Albert Camus, confidentially,
Didn’t live life existentially.
Sex, in a word,
He found rather absurd,
But still better than no sex, essentially.
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Circa 1955
He dressed sharp, he was cool, in the groove.
He strolled up to her, made his best move!
Didn’t score, I’m afraid,
Didn’t get himself laid,
But his chances could only improve!
Pièce de résistance
She’d been partying at the fiesta;
She’d undressed to have a siesta.
She fought and she swore;
It just turned him on more!
Such resistance! A goddamn pièce de!
Carpe diem!
Sore and sorry, she wanted to cry.
He was too big. Her pussy was dry.
The first time’s seldom great;
The boy just wouldn’t wait!
Should they stop? No, she’d much rather die!
A little water clears us of this deed
They’d had sex; the guilt drove her insane!
If her mum found out, how to explain?
She stood there, in the shower,
For almost an hour.
The evidence washed down the drain.
Feeling the music
When she plays her viola da gamba,
Curves sensuous, warm, lustrous, amber…
She likes to be nude,
To get more in the mood…
Her thighs thrum, her loins hum to the timbre!
Relationship on the rocks
“Oh my God!” she said, (more like a screech),
“When I said to you, back on the beach,
That I felt, you dumb jock,
Like a shag on a rock,
It was only a figure of speech!”
Forest habitat
She reached down to her pussy, to scratch
In her pubic hair, thick as a thatch.
“I should shave it,” she thought.
“Must be something I caught,
Or more nits are beginning to hatch.”
Passing acquaintance
They’d made love, which she’d later regret.
Though he’d said that he’d never forget,
When she called him next day,
He said “Who did you say?”
Like as if he’d forgotten they’d met!
Mona Lisa’s smile
Posing naked showed daring and guile,
Leonardo mused. Mona had style!
And a tigress in bed!
(Best paint clothes on, instead.)
And that charming, faint post-coital smile!