Naked, smiling. Nice way to be greeted!
This offer may not be repeated!
Fucked there, in the hall,
Her arse slapping the wall!
Now that’s how a good wife should be treated!
In depth
It sprang out of his pants and rose steeply;
She fought, didn’t sell herself cheaply!
She’d not let him know,
She swore later, although
It, in fact, had affected her deeply.
Black and white
She’d been round the block, rooted around,
Fucked all manner of men, and she’d found,
As she blithely confessed,
Black cocks plainly the best,
Just for size, at least so, pound for pound.
The immorality of dancing
His cock hard in his shiny silk hose,
The Duke said “I don’t care that it shows,”
There, in mid-minuet!
“Though it’s not in you yet,
It shall be, before night’s end, God knows!”
Well he wood, woodn’t he?
He got wood. He boned up, lignified.
Which of course, she owned up, signified
That he wanted to root her,
Which, though it might suit her,
Seemed vulgar, and coarse, and undignified!
Night terror
Though she knew it was only a dream,
How like life or death still did it seem,
As she fought to escape
From what? Murder or rape?
And nobody could hear her scream!
Comely wench
Naked wench, she was certainly comely!
The damn ninny gaped at her dumbly,
Then unzipped his fly,
Looked her straight in the eye,
And just jerked himself off, rather rumly!
At arm’s length
He was boastfully, cockily proud
Of his being so hugely endowed;
Girls would goggle and strip,
And he’d work in the tip,
Which was all his dimensions allowed!
The goose and the gander
Women too have their conjugal rights…
Though they reached no great sensual heights,
And though no raving beauty,
He still did his duty…
It helped keep him warm, those cold nights!
Sabbatical
Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.