Through the stained glass, the light fell to dapple
Her splendid young bosom, in chapel,
Delicious temptation
To cohabitation,
With which Father Riley must grapple!
A different yardstick
“Well!” he crowed. “That was awfully good!”
“Do you think so?” she said. “Well, you would!
But I must beg to differ;
The larger, the stiffer,
The better! So I’d understood.”
The power of positive thinking
Like replacing a cork, bit by bit,
Lots of grunting and plenty of spit,
He at last got it in,
Bone to bone, skin to skin,
Though she’d thought her poor pussy would split!
Fandango
Mama told her “Child, learn the fandango.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Where’s the mango?”
“Your mouth,” said her her mum,
“Or your pussy or bum,
Anywhere that he wants to, or can go!”
Moral dilemma
She began to get flustered and stressed,
Once he’d kissed her, and fondled her breast.
Should she give him a suck?
Would he still want to fuck?
Should she go home, or just get undressed?
The centre of attention
Just to tease, drive him wild, to be mean,
Skirt hitched up, so it all could be seen,
She smiled, parted her thighs,
As she watched, as his eyes
Fixed upon the pink parts in between!
Unspeakable desires
Whip or cane, darling? You may select.
Snick-a-snick! Oh! A lovely effect!
What was that , that you said?
Nipple clamps? Nod your head!
And the vibrator too, I suspect!
We are not amused
Being royal has pluses and minuses;
Rooting, one night, late, their highnesses
Made such a din,
The equerry rushed in,
Making noises like clearing his sinuses!
No frills
Their relationship was unconventional,
Some would say too one-dimensional;
He and she knew
They met only to screw,
Fuck each other, no strings, quite intentional.
Variations on a theme
Yep, I’m up for it lads, she said wenchily.
Comes down to how, then, essentially.
Blow jobs all round?
Breaks the ice, like, I’ve found.
Pussy? Arse? Both at once, or sequentially?