Firm of flesh, strong of will, round of vowel;
No man’s cock would enter her bowel!
She argued at length,
Fought with all of her strength,
But, alas, had to throw in the towel.
Darwinism at work
The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Good things in small packages
Being skinny, with small cupcake tits,
Men think fucking might tear her to bits!
Acrobatic and agile,
She isn’t that fragile;
She stretches, and most of it fits!
Seasons past
All her life, endless lonely Septembers,
Each spring, flowers bloom, she remembers;
Alone in her bed,
Love’s words breathlessly said,
His hot touch, her sighs fanning the embers.
Saddle-sore
It was rumoured the man was endowed
Like a horse, and she recklessly vowed
To find out if it fitted.
It hurt, she admitted,
But felt, nonetheless, justly proud!
Done
Well, she thought, God, when all’s done and said, it
Was fun, and wherever it led, it
Was well worth the doing,
Just finally screwing!
She’d come too, twice, much to his credit!
Why God gave women pubic hair
He was moved, at times, deeply to ponder
Of which pubic hair he was fonder;
The bristly brunette,
Red and curly, (so wet!)
Or the wispier, silkier, blonder?
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Puberty
Around puberty, sexual urges,
Brought on by wild hormonal surges,
Control young kids’ brains.
Soon a vestige remains
Of the child; a new creature emerges.