They’d made love a few times, which was nice;
Three, no, four times to be more precise.
He was thinking “Not bad,
For a young, novice lad!”
Till she said “Next time, twice would suffice!”
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
A peculiar thing
A girl’s bra’s quite a curious thing,
Just two triangles, joined by some string
That uncertainly sits
On her unruly tits
Which would much rather dangle and swing.
Liberation
He reached round and unfastened the clasp
Of her bra and she stifled a gasp.
Spilling out of their cups
Her breasts gambolled like pups
And presented themselves to his grasp
.
Melting moment
He was certain his heart would just melt;
Disbelievingly, gently, he felt
Her smooth buttocks, her breast,
And the thing he loved best…
The intense, musky way that she smelt.
Sweater
Her breasts fought like two cats in her sweater,
No brassiere, either, to fetter
His naked delight:
It was thin, it was tight,
God! If only her sweater were wetter!
Blotted copy-book
A good catholic woman disdains
Using condoms, which rather explains,
If she doesn’t abstain,
How one knows where she’s lain,
From the wet spots and seminal stains.
Liaison
It was secret, a young lover’s tryst;
They excitedly, furtively kissed.
He hissed, “God, I adore you!
I long to explore you!”
“Then do,” she sighed, “if you insist!
Old folks at home
He was rude and untidy and grumpy,
She cranky, demanding and frumpy;
He farted, she snored,
Both complained they were bored,
But they still like the old rumpy-pumpy.
Heart in his mouth
She undresses; he stammers and gawks,
His heart thumps, his eyes hang out on stalks.
She says “What? Still half-dressed?
Shall I help with the rest?”
“Yes, and don’t start without me!” he squawks.
Resignation
Her expression was bored and resigned,
As her boss had his way from behind:
When asked “How was your day?”
By her mother, she’d say
“Oh, you know. Just the usual grind.”