He likes women whose pussies are hairy,
Big-bushed, thickly thatched, like a prairie;
Their armpits as well,
With that animal smell,
Which with diet and hygiene may vary.
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
First impressions
She looked quite immature, initially;
Only a girl, superficially.
Later she proved,
By the way that she moved,
She was plenty of woman, officially!
L'invitation
Disait elle “Il est tard, il fait froid,
Pourquoi ne pas aller chez moi?
Tu peux passer la nuit,
Boire un cognac, et puis,
Quelque chose dans mon je ne sais quoi!”
Both sides of the story
A man lies, makes false promises, flatters;
To men, nothing but the fuck matters.
They brag to their mates,
While, at home, the girl waits,
Hymen, clothes, reputation in tatters.
Flappers
In the twenties, girls’ bosoms were flatter,
Though size, as such, didn’t much matter;
They fluttered their lashes,,
Wore pearls, bows and sashes,
Were tied to men’s beds by the latter.
Chiaroscuro
Her loose blouse, sheer, silken or crepe,
She’d left carelessly buttoned, agape.
Through the fabric light danced,
Light and shadow enhanced…
Her breasts’ movement, their texture and shape.
Observing the niceties
Said the butler with suitable deference,
“Madam, you’ll pardon the reference.
Still, I must say
That that dress does display
Your tits well, as a matter of preference!”
Degree of difficulty
Though I’m certain he’s not disappointed,
As one of the lay, unanointed,
It does seem to me,
That to do that thing, she
Must, most certainly, be double-jointed!
Relativity
What he’d done, (which could not be defended,
To such depraved depths he’d descended),
Though rather extreme,
She explained, it would seem,
In the end…well, it rather depended!
Peer pressure
A girl’s hymen’s a thin thing and frail,
Which, lest a girl’s charms should go stale,
For reasons unknown,
Is remarkably prone,
With some slight inward pressure, to fail.