Charm

His damn smile, when he turned on the charm,
Caused Miss Annabelle Partridge alarm…
His eyes fixed on her breasts,
As he uttered lewd jests,
As she mumbled the twenty-third psalm!

What she wants

If she wanted a fuck, which she did,
Even though not much more than a kid…
Naked, there, on his bed
Puffy, wet pussy spread…
Well that’s what she’d damn get…in it slid!

The look

She’s a slut… he could tell at a glance…
Blouse unbuttoned, her “fuck me please” stance…
Perky tits, though just small…
Wouldn’t take much at all
If he wanted to get in her pants.