Many women now place their reliance
On plastics, IT, modern science;
They get off their rocks
Not with actual cocks,
But some over-sized buzzing appliance!
Gemutlich
Despite all of their labial frippery;
Never mind how they smell kippery,
Pussies are cute,
And they’re lovely to root,
Soft and shiny, and cosy and slippery!
Three little words
Although saying “I love you” seems trite,
It should cause no offence, and just might,
With a little good luck,
Perhaps lead to a fuck,
And, if true, make the fucking alright!
It might go away
Just the thought of it made her quite ill.
“It’s so big! It won’t fit!”
“Yes it will!”
So she parted her thighs,
Bit her lip, closed her eyes,
And just tried to lie perfectly still.
Hippy chick
She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
Baser appetites
Deep inside him, his dark side was stirring.
Her sense for such things was unerring.
“Let’s skip the dessert…
Fuck me now! Make it hurt!
Tie me up, if you like!” she said, purring.
Moot point
She could be quite a tart, when it suited,
Straight-faced, sotto voce, she mooted…
If dinner went well…
Why, a girl couldn’t tell…
She might not mind, perhaps, being rooted.
Yielding not to temptation
Sister Frances just went through the motions,
Still prey, though she prayed, to lewd notions…
If only they knew!
It was all she could do,
Not to touch herself during devotions!
Social climber
She’d been blessed with a healthy libido;
“Use sex to get on” was her credo.
She’d sometimes put out
For a punter or tout,
But fucked anything in a tuxedo.
Balance of power
“Please be gentle, I beg you!” she pleaded.
He grunted, undressed her, proceeded.
He did use some spit,
To assist with the fit,
But used rather more force than was needed.