What a lot of bright sun and fresh air,
To be facing with so much flesh bare,
On a damn nudist beach!
People gazed, each at each;
God! She wished she had more hair down there!
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Parental guidance recommended
G rated
It was flimsy, and small, and opaque,
Like a fig-leaf, cheap, tacky and fake,
Just a little g-string,
A tight, scratchy wee thing,
She wore, just for decency’s sake.
Notorious
She’d acquired a vague notoriety,
Shunned among local society;
Something to do
With her liking to screw,
And not caring too much for sobriety.
The groupie
She’d been dreaming about it all summer,
But, backstage, the night was a bummer;
The singer was blotto.
“Make do” was her motto;
She got herself off with the drummer.
Morning mystery
When he asked, she said “Don’t be absurd!”
(She’d, at first, thought she must have misheard).
So they chatted and drank;
She was later quite blank,
As to how, when and where it occurred!
Fallen woman
She allowed him a squeeze and a grope,
And set foot on the slippery slope.
Soon she fondled him too;
He grew hard, as men do,
She undressed, then, to give him more scope.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
Decency
Her thin smock, worn for decency’s sake,
Was threadbare, much too small, and opaque;
There was so little to it,
Her tits showed right through it!
He’d squeeze them, but then she might wake.
For posterity
Though his motives were not strictly laudable,
Whimpers and moans, barely audible,
Cries of delight,
And her skin, in that light,
He hoped, deep in his heart, were recordable!
Top shelf
To refuse her might well be offensive,
And yet he remained apprehensive;
Her obvious charms,
Her bare, welcoming arms,
Made him certain she must be expensive.