Very proper, he’d been, during courting;
No liberties, no lewd cavorting.
“You poor man,” she said.
“I could suck it instead,”
Which he thought, on the whole, jolly sporting!
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Reading her lips
From the overtures that she was making,
Unspoken taboos she was breaking,
She’d not be opposed
To a root, he supposed;
Certain liberties there for the taking!
Not funny anymore
She’s about had enough of this bloke.
For Christ’s sake! It’s beyond a damn joke!
In his dingy old flat,
Fucked in this, fucked in that,
All while trussed like a pig in a poke!
Trouper
Just a chorus girl, yeah, but a trouper!
Gives great head. Well natch. Which is super!
Kicks on too, backstage;
Fucks damn good, for her age,
Get her drunk, even up her damn pooper!
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
Job’s comforter
God! How long can it take to disrobe?
One might ask, but then one mustn’t probe.
She’s been in there so long …
Perhaps something’s gone wrong.
A damn chap needs the patience of Job!
X rated
Public sex? God forbid! Not his style!
What a trollop, he thought, with a smile!
Bloody tits out and all!
In the the theatre stall!
Now she’s wanting to fuck in the aisle!
Punch and Judy
His hand moved to her pussy, to cup it,
But then, in a trice, it was up it!
The bastard just smirked,
While she squealed and jerked
On his fist, like some damn silly puppet!
Sight for sore eyes
Lovely bosom, well-rounded behind;
Well, a fellow would have to be blind,
Not to stare, just a bit,
Not get hard, not admit
To the thoughts such an arse brought to mind!