Courtly manners, the romantic arts,
Men invented to win women’s hearts,
And their minds, and their hands,
Although each understands
The main goal is their warm moister parts.
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
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In his selfie, he grinned and he flexed.
She thought ‘OK’, and sent him a sext;
Pouting, showing her boobs,
One hand over her pubes.
What on earth will young ladies do next!
The gift that keeps on giving
It was naughty, of course, but not very;
Their Christmas would be oh so merry!
On Christmas Eve night,
(She rubbed, squirmed with delight),
She would let the sweet boy pop her cherry!
An unexpected visitor
He creeps into her room. Her pulse quickens.
He’s naked! She thinks “What the Dickens!”
She’s naked as well,
And turned on, truth to tell;
The plot lengthens and reddens, and thickens!
Temptation
Randy, wet and deliciously tempted,
She undid her blouse and pre-empted
His hand on her breast.
Still a virgin, he guessed,
Sick of being left out and exempted.
Her heart's not in it
He was sick of her ‘one days’ and ‘maybes’,
Her talk about God, guilt and babies;
And then, just last night,
She gave in, but took fright
About herpes and cancer and rabies.
Self discovery
With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”
Hidden depths
She’d stay virgin as long as she could.
Although boys thought she wouldn’t, she would!
When the right fellow tried,
She’d say yes, teary-eyed.
She imagined it might be quite good!
Virtue is its own reward
She felt let down, frustrated and sad.
Would to let him have been all that bad?
His hand under her dress,
She’d moaned, almost said yes…
Now he’d gone, how she wished that she had.
Instant family
Just a case of trust sadly misplaced;
She was rooted, knocked up, left red-faced.
She seduced someone new,
Not much fussed about who,
Since the first fellow couldn’t be traced.