Yes, she’d felt a distinct, mild foreboding;
The flowers … some sort of encoding,
A message of sorts,
About lecherous thoughts,
Of his cock in her pussy, uploading!
Forgive us our trespasses
Her transgression was terribly minor;
Well yes, he did touch her vagina,
(Quite pleasant, in fact),
But her hymen’s intact,
And what harm in a nice 69er?
An eerie silence
As he said to his mate, “Well, I guess
I can’t swear that she ever said yes,
Being, you know, deaf-mute,
But she was a great root!
Still, a bloke might be jailed for less!”
Being there
Said Camus “Fucking’s all existential.
The act, in itself, the essential!”
“And love?” she insists,
“When one’s loved one exists!
As for fucking, it’s just providential!”
The matter in hand
“To be frank, from the first time I saw you,
I’ve loved you,” she said. “I adore you!
One quite understands
Why you sit on your hands,
But perhaps I could sit on them for you!”
Here Kitty, Kitty!
Her sweet pussy, fur soft as a kitten!
He stroked it, kissed, licked it, quite smitten.
What joys in there hid?
Did she yearn as he did?
If sharp teeth, then he longed to be bitten!
A nod as good as a wink
Although seemingly proper and modest,
Her dress was low cut and tight bodiced.
She winked, which was odd,
A brief smile and a nod,
And she twitched her arse too… which was oddest.
For services rendered
Sex was something she rather enjoyed;
To be called a whore made her annoyed!
Other women were kept
By those with whom they slept,
Whereas she was, at least, self-employed!
Keep smiling
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!