There are more girls who root than you think,
Sometimes just for the price of a drink!
But don’t come on too strong,
(The booze doesn’t take long),
And keep watch for that special slow wink.
Zeitgeist
It was maybe the vibe, the zeitgeist.
Just his smile and a wink had sufficed
To attract her regard;
She could see he was hard,
And was already halfway enticed!
A pleasant surprise
She was better in bed than he’d guessed;
No finesse, but she did do her best,
And to show she had class,
Mouth or pussy or arse,
She just smiled and said “Yeah, be my guest.”
Mixed messages
Though she smiled, as she gracefully stripped;
Though her pussy was shaven and clipped;
Although wet, he could see,
When she straddled his knee,
She remained resolutely tight-lipped.
Skirting the issue
Women’s labia, plump, fleshy frills,
Frame vaginas, which beauticians’ skills
Seek to style and display
In some new, clever way,
Though they still look like fishes’ pink gills.
In the heat of the night
Furtive, into her bedroom he crept;
They made love, which was lovely, except
That, although he came twice,
It just would have been nice
Had it not all occurred while she slept!
Hands-on experience
When the boy’s hand deliciously strayed
Up to, into her panties and played,
She protested, but sighed,
Let two fingers inside,
Breathless, thrilled, although slightly afraid.
A position of disadvantage
She complained “This is far from ideal!
It’s rather degrading, I feel…
My bum in the air,
While you’re pulling my hair,
While you do what you do, while I kneel!”
Gravitational attraction
Smiling lips in a beautiful face,
Rolling hips, lolling breasts, easy grace,
Laughing mischievous eyes,
As he’s parting her thighs,
And invading her personal space.
Thoroughly modern
She’s a modern girl, hardly a saint;
Not a model of prim self-restraint,
Stays out late, drinks and smokes,
Dances, flirts with strange blokes,
Thinks virginity silly and quaint.