Though they do have their fair share of squabbles,
He still loves the way her arse wobbles,
And how, though she chokes,
She still giggles and jokes,
And keeps smiling at him while she gobbles!
Striking a match
Was she frigid? Orgasm-impaired?
So her husband said, not that she cared!
She was curious, though;
Gave the neighbour a go.
Her spark flickered, ignited and flared!
The rank sweat of an enseamed bed
Making love in hot, damp Singapore,
Takes place late, after nine, not before;
A less sweaty affair
In the cooler night air,
With one’s wife or one’s mistress or whore.
The faux pas
The faux pas might have well been averted,
Had she, having shamelessly flirted,
Not said, with some scorn,
“You seem rather withdrawn,”
When he wasn’t yet even inserted!
Getting back to nature
Naked, no awkward clothing to hamper,
Her pussy grew steadily damper!
They rolled on the grass,
His hands clutching her arse …
Yes indeed! She was one happy camper!
The old maid
As she knits, the old maid reminisces;
Those daring chaps! Lingering kisses!
Her shimmering dresses …
But, blushing, confesses…
It’s mostly the fucking she misses!
Degrees of intimacy
What’s the rule, he thought, scratching his head,
About when can a man fart in bed?
Not till after the screw?
If she farts before you?
Should he ask her? No… Better unsaid.
Snatch and grab
Though she fought tooth and claw, scratch and jab,
Still he groped, squeezed and poked; snatch and grab!
Panties gone, her dress torn,
She thought, beaten, forlorn,
“Why on earth did I not catch a cab?”
Passive resistance
A good woman, according to Gandhi,
Confronted by somebody randy,
Should calmly resist,
Or at least should insist
She be fucked somewhere grassy or sandy.
Playing the odds
Since she hadn’t, in fact, said no, yet;
Since her pussy, he knew, was so wet;
Since she’d given him head,
And lay nude on his bed,
She was up for a root, yeah, no sweat!