Draped in only a small scrap of gauze,
She reclines, while he busily draws.
“Just turn this way a bit,”
He says. “Show me more tit,
My wife’s breasts are dull things, beside yours!”
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Hints
He deduced, from the hints that she gave,
She might like to, at times, misbehave…
That she wore a tight dress…
That she asked him to guess
Which particular bits did she shave?
A hem
Her hands clutching the hem of her dress,
Which just covers her bum, more or less,
Her eyes don’t meet the eyes
Of the wolf-whistling guys,
Though she knows that they’re looking, I guess.
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
Direct marketing
Said he, out on the town and carousing,
“I say, lass, that’s rather arousing!”
Said she “Chilly, outdoors.
“Forty quid, and I’m yours!”
“Oh my goodness!” said he. “No! Just browsing.”
Tasty tart
He said “Darling, please don’t think me boorish;
That skirt, though, does make you look whore-ish.
Your cleavage, what’s more,
Is too much to ignore!
The whole package, in fact, is quite more-ish!”
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
Squeamish
Just the thought of sex caused him distress;
Ugly sounds, and the smells and the mess!
All that squeaking and squishiness,
Yeastiness, fishiness;
God! Let her please not undress!
Flowers in her hair
She’d tuned in, and turned on, and dropped out,
Burned her bra! Her big boobies flopped out.
Joined a commune and all;
Dope, free love, had a ball!
One, two, three flower-children popped out!