A nice Jewish girl, born in New York,
Walked the walk, talked the whole kosher talk;
When it came, though, to boys
She was not shy of goys,
And she fancied a nice bit of pork!
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Introductory offer
When she kissed him, she murmured “Although you
Perhaps think that I hardly know you,
Just leave it to me;,
If you like what you see,
There’s lots more, I’d be happy to show you!”
No VPL
“Are your panties silk, lacy, white cotton?”
“Excuse me! You’re perfectly rotten!
How dare you ask that!”
“Well, your skirt seemed so flat,
I suspected they’d been quite forgotten.”
Dream on!
As she lathered her bosom with soap, her
Next-door neighbour peeked, in the hope her
Daydreams were of him,
Though the odds did seem slim
That he’d ever be able to grope her.
Flashpoint
She’d been acting quite sluttish, I gather;
She’d worked him up into a lather.
She flashed them again,
And I guess that by then
It was pretty much all open slather!
Hooked
He had no chance at all, the poor chap, he
Was hooked when she sat on his lap; she
Wore just a loose robe,
And she chewed his earlobe,
And purred “Well, don’t you want to unwrap me?”
Burn the bra
Women’s breasts, big, small, whatever sort,
Should hang free; for this Women’s Lib fought!
There’s no prettier sight
Than girls’ tits, free by right,
Without visible means of support!
Serendipity
She’d been screwed, she was led to surmise,
By the evidence, dried on her thighs,
As she yawned, when she woke,
In the bed of some bloke,
His identity one more surprise!
Post hoc
“Well, it serves me right, maybe,” she sighed.
“He’d have stopped, had I asked, had I tried.”
She had led him on, true,
Been a tease, as you do,
But, by God, he’d felt good, up inside!
Girt
Her full breasts dangled over her girdle;
Her bra gone, her tights still to hurdle.
“Come on!” she cried, giggling,
Her big bosom jiggling,
“My milk is beginning to curdle!”