In her own mind, at least, all grown up;
Boys, sex, booze, got it pretty sewn up.
Sneaking out late at night,
Folks don’t know. Or they might.
Any case though, she’ll never own up.
Throwback
He preferred women bushily muffed.
She was bald-pussied, barely a tuft.
“Real women don’t shave,”
He grumped… “Back in your cave,
You neanderthal arsehole!” she huffed.
Give and take
Disillusioned, his marriage a sham,
His wife’s pussy as tight as a clam,
He began an affair.
Did his wife even care?
Not a fig. Not a gold-plated damn!
The optimist
A great body, but curious psyche;
The tattoos, the piercings. Crikey!
The dreads like Bob Marley,
Not shaving, the Harley,
Nice tits, but the rest’s a bit dykey.
Q & A
Agent 007, James Bond;
Queen and country, above and beyond.
Saves the world,
Roots the girl,
D’you think it’s a cock or a wand?
Testing her limits
Black boys’ cocks! Halfway down their damn thighs!
Why don’t white boys have peckers that size?
Would a black penis fit
In her little white slit?
Well, she won’t ever know, till she tries!
Try before you buy
All those dildos! Which one should she buy?
Maybe this one! So big! My oh my!
“Will it fit in your cunt?”
Asked the guy out the front
“Want to unwrap it, give it a try?”
Monkey business
Bloody jungle! A bloody great sauna!
Jane, bored, rooted some of the fauna.
She’d liked chimpanzees,
Grunting, down on her knees,
The gorilla’s dick, sadly, had torn her.
The flesh is weak
Just an idler, a sponger, a layabout,
Someone with whom, though, to play about,
Do anything,
Just a holiday fling,
To have something to go home and pray about!
Inside the mind of a MILF
Though to fuck him, of course, would be folly,
She thought it might be rather jolly.
So handsome, so young,
So impressively hung!
And his hand down her knickers, by golly!