Pretty drunk, she just lay, glassy-eyed,
Pussy dribbling a bit, open wide.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Well, why pass up the chance?
Not too lively, but still, a free ride!
Sarsaparilla
He pulled over, said “Want a root, dear?”
She cried “We can’t have a root here,
With cars driving by!”
Then she started to cry.
“Aww”,he said “then I’ll have a root beer.”
Service denial
In the end, she began to get cross.
She’d stop rootin’ him, show him who’s boss!
Serve him right, fuckin’ round,
Just like most men, she’d found,
But he’d prob’ly just shrug, say “your loss”.
Small sins
Not a slut, but a frequent transgressor,
She said to her father-confessor.
Was sex still a sin,
If not all the way in,
Or, perhaps, she hoped, somehow, a lesser?
Sneak preview
“Ooh la la! Mad’moiselle, c’est tres chic!”
Said the salon guy, slimy damn sneak!
“Please, try this one as well!”
But, of course, she could tell
He just wanted another damn peek!
Window dressing
Miniskirt, halter, stockings of mesh,
Maiden offering, smooth, shining flesh!
Breasts as firm as ripe fruit,
His to have and to root!
Perhaps virginal, tender and fresh!
To everything there is a seasoning
The redoubtable Catherine of Aragon
Noble and virtuous paragon,
Banished and spurned!
Had the tables been turned,
She’d have roasted him, seasoned with tarragon!
Rapture
Smitten, awestruck, enraptured, she gazed,
By excess of desire quite crazed,
As his penis unfurled,
Rampant, droplet be-pearled,
Like the leg of a beast, God be praised!
Frill-necked lizard
“Well then! What have we here?” (Eyes twinkling.)
“My goodness! So big!” She laughed, (tinkling).
“Good Lord! Bigger still!”
She cried, tickling its frill,
As his penis continued unwrinkling!
Truth in advertising.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Bona fide!”
But, of course, it turned out that she’d lied.
She’d been rooted by men,
Not just now and again,
But extensively so, far and wide!