She had breasts of a certain immensity,
Soft and pneumatic in density,
Likely to pop,
It seemed, out of her top,
Which did have, too, that happy propensity!
Divertimento
Teasing, leading men on, shameless flirting,
Though naughty, she found quite diverting;
Come on, get them hard,
Leave them mentally scarred!
All good fun and, fuck, who was it hurting?
Waxing lyrical
When she went for her first pubic wax,
It was pretty damn hard to relax.
It was sticky and hot,
Right? So what if it got
In her intimate wrinkles and cracks?
Extending a warm welcome
She’d lie low for a while, convalesce;
She’d survived it okay, more or less.
But, like, who was to know
He was so hung? Good, though,
That she’d gotten his name and address!
Kith and kin
When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
Qualified approval
“You’re not gay?” she asked. “Not one of those?
Not a bit? Good. One just never knows!
Very well,” she said, mollified,
“Since you seem qualified,
On with the fuck, I suppose!”
Innuendo
Although said as a sort of aside,
It was not as if, though, that he’d lied
When he’d called her a slut,
Not in those words, quite, but
Unmistakably, crudely implied.
Believe it or not!
Quite amazing, how deep and how wide
Was her pussy, she’d found, when she’d tried
Things to see if they’d fit,
Strange things too, she’d admit
To her friends, with a curious pride!
Withdrawal symptoms
She tried hard to recall, with a yawn,
Had or had not a condom been worn?
And, if not, when he came,
(What on earth was his name),
Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?
Mother knows best
Keep your legs crossed, her mother had warned.
By the time, though, her meaning had dawned,
She’d been spread like a starfish,
Her cunt smelled like garfish!
God knows what the devil had spawned!