Her soft tits, her lips, so real-seeming!
Oh shit! Not again! Only dreaming.
He sobbed, as he lay,
His mind stuck on REPLAY,
And his hard little penis live-streaming!
Ripping yarn
The girl’s tears, her forcible stripping!
The sound of her underwear ripping!
The hiss and the crack
Of the lash on her back!
Oh God! Yes! How he loved a good whipping!
The hand of god
They’re all hypocrites, most of them wowsers!
They spend half their lives on their browsers,
One hand on the mouse,
In the dark, in their house,
And the other one stuck down their trousers!
Spinner
When he whipped out his cock, she thought “Golly!
So big!” But resistance was folly;
Picked up like a doll,
Screwed in this and that hole!
And how was it? Oh, jolly. Just jolly.
Hoochie-coochie
Nekkid, swiggin’ a big jar of hooch,
Ellie-May snuggled up to her pooch,
A damn mean-lookin’ critter;
She owned that he’d bit her,
One time when she gave him a smooch!
Durability
“Goddamn pussies are tough as damn teak!”
Said her Mom. “You can fuck for a week,
Squeeze out babies, get weird!
They just get dog-eared,
And maybe make cunt-farts and squeak.”
Pedestrian
Being limp-dicked, ashamed and remorseful,
But, nonetheless, rather resourceful,
He finished the screw
With the toe of her shoe,
Though he need not have been quite so forceful!
Quality, not quantity
In the rating of bosoms, what counts
Is not measurements, inch pound and ounce;
It’s their swell and their shape,
Overflow and escape,
Squeezability, softness and bounce!
Like-minded
He was just thinking when he should strike;
She looked drowsy. He’d put in the spike.
The room started to spin…
“So,” she said, with a grin,
“It would seem that great minds think alike!”
No such thing as bad publicity
The damn guy was a serial pest;
Even flashing his cock! (Not impressed).
It was pretty big, though…
She should give it a go…
Well, he wouldn’t say no, she’d have guessed!