Though she wasn’t a hooker, as such,
It depended on what… and how much…
If she felt in the mood
To be lovelessly screwed…
If she liked him, she’d sometimes go Dutch!
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Negotiable
The girl loves to relax and carouse,
And she’s easy to tease and arouse;
Though she has certain limits,
For chaps such as him, it’s
Surprising how much that allows!
Of two minds
Her mind dwelt upon matters exalted,
Till, one day, her firm resolve faltered.
The boy had blue eyes,
Such soft hands, such strong thighs;
Her chaste attitude pretty soon altered!
Breaking eggs to make a cake
On the whole, she’d been terribly brave.
Though she’d cried, this of course he forgave.
A girl’s maidenhead lost
Is a trivial cost,
To be taught to come, wave after wave!
The sublime and the ridiculous
Like a fantasy, somehow made flesh,
Clad in wisps of lace, satin and mesh
And some wicked high heels,
She giggles and squeals;
He blushes, and hopes his breath’s fresh.
Perspective
Though she suffers from senile dementia,
Can’t think where she left her top denture,
She sleeps well at night,
Small things bring her delight,
And each day is a brand new adventure!
The staff of life
She preferred, when she could, to go nude…
In her speech and her actions quite lewd…
“Life is short!” she would say,
In her nice sluttish way,
“And a fuck’s as important as food!”
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.
Sage advice
“Girl,” said Gran, “Choose a man who’s well hung,
And get plenty of sex, while you’re young.
When you’re old and decayed,
Then you’ll wish you’d been laid
More and better, and been less high-strung.
The plumber
“One who measures one’s depth is a plumber,”
She thought, feeling glummer and glummer.
“He’s plumbed me all day,
In his tradesman-like way,
In fact, day and night, most of the summer!”