Ruth cried “George!” with a tear in her eye,
“It’s so big!” Then, more husky and sly,
“Though I’m old, I’m still game;
I’ll bend over my frame.
Hitch my dress up and give it a try!”
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Offeratory
Though she sings in the church and loves Jesus,
Disrobing, she afterwards teases
The cock of the priest,
Which, when firm and uncreased,
She allows him to put where he pleases.
Unjust deserts
Though she’d known he was not to be trusted,
He’d made her feel foolish and flustered.
Now, virgin no more,
She felt…not like a whore,
But betrayed, sad, and rather disgusted!
Therapy
They’d had sex, but it wasn’t her fault,
Not from love, nor from lust, not assault,
It was more the moonlight,
That their stars just seemed right,
More the vibe, or the groove, the gestalt!
One night, in the saloon
“He must be a damn card-sharp, the varmint!”
She thought, in her last under-garment,
“He’s some kind of joker,
To cheat at strip poker,
But still, it’s good fun and no harm in’t!”
Grooming and deportment
Though she knew what she did was forbidden,
To whisper about, and keep hidden,
She still loved the groom,
In the haystack by whom,
At a gallop, each day she was ridden!
Pandora's box
Miss Pandora confined her wild id
In its box, and she sat on the lid;
But her impulse was such…
Being tempted so much…
She reached down and… you know what she did!
Dishevelment
Stockings torn, hair and clothing dishevelled,
She drunkenly, merrily revelled,
Cavorted half-nude,
In ways wanton and lewd,
By booze, sex and the music bedevilled.
The eyes have it
Though she’d only just recently met him,
She knew that she’d never forget him;
His mouth, his dark eyes,
His strong hands on her thighs,
When he’d lifted her skirt, and she’d let him!
Working your way up
Kiss her toes, gently massage her feet;
She may think that you’re strange, or else sweet.
Gently pummel and squeeze
Your way up past her knees;
Rub her thighs and the part where they meet!