She was gawky, ill-mannered and restive,
Her clothing immodest, suggestive,
But randy as hell,
Her tits perky as well,
And the nipple rings certainly festive!
Makin’ bacon
One less drink might have just saved her bacon,
Good sense though, alas, long forsaken,
She acted the whore,
An impression, what’s more,
In which, sadly, she wasn’t mistaken!”
Nuanced message
In a palette, though suitably muted,
Befitting a young lady tutored
In elegant ways,
She distinctly conveys
That she’d very much like to be rooted.
The mating urge
Shifty-eyed, always on the alert
For new women with whom he can flirt;
Any woman will do
For a casual screw,
Young or old, anything in a skirt!
Hothouse flowers
In the tropics, there’s no damn frigidity;
Men blessed with ready rigidity,
Women can’t wait,
Pussies all in a state
Of hot, fragrant and constant liquidity!
Anthropology for beginners
Anthropologists all are agreed,
Man made cider and ale and mead
To get girls in the mood
To be taken and screwed,
Be laid claim to, to root more and breed.
Puttana
Just a slut for the local ndrangheta,
But cause for a bloody vendetta!
She fucked the wrong guy,
Called it rape, (a big lie).
Death and violence just made her wetter!
Rising damp
Her consent may as yet be unvoiced,
Should the young lady, though, choose to hoist
Up her skirts to reveal
Her pussy, then feel,
You’ll find it receptively moist!
Appealing to her vanity
Though she uttered a silent profanity,
Just for the sake of her sanity,
Sick of his pleas,
(Sobbing, down on his knees),
Yes, she’d fuck him, just out of humanity!
Passing trade
The young hooker’s a peach, quite a knockout!
At home, his wife’s put him on lockout.
Why not fuck a whore?
With one foot in the door,
Hard already, he’s got his damn cock out!