When she walked down the street, strange men pestered her,
Made lewd suggestions, that tested her.
Most she ignored,
Walked on, tried to look bored,
Harder though, with the ones who molested her!
Bewitched
Naked witches astride phallic brooms,
Profane rites, desecration of tombs,
Orgies, mating with beasts,
Virgin sacrifice, feasts;
It must all be quite fun, one assumes!
Harem-scarem
Harem guard: a job much over-rated.
Bald, fat, shrivelled penis, castrated,
Not given to lust,
A man sultans might trust
With their concubines yet to be mated.
Sunny side up
Sex is meant to be good fun and funny,
Not all about power and money.
It’s laughing in bed,
Loving words, softly said;
That’s what makes women’s honey pots runny!
The white witch
As a hobby she plays the white witch;
She casts spells, she can make her nose twitch,
In long robes, pointed hat,
With a broom and all that,
On occasions, not wearing a stitch!
Word of mouth
Once he’d found cunnilingus repellant,
Then found he possessed quite a talent.
Those women who knew
Begged go down on them too
And considered him terribly gallant!
Glutted
His cold hands on this woman’s soft flank,
He regretted the cost, to be frank.
They’d had dinner, got drunk
Now his hard-on had shrunk.
He should just have stayed home, had a wank.
Imperfect recollection
Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.
Where angels fear to tread
Though she wasn’t completely opposed
To the game he so slyly proposed;
Ropes and blindfolds and such,
It all seemed a bit much,
But, then, might be quite fun, she supposed!
The dilemma
Though a virgin, be that as it may,
How else might she persuade him to stay?
If she gave in, said yes,
Would he love her, then, less,
Or the more, having gone all the way?