She’d had so many lovers, although,
Who was best? How’s a woman to know?
One was good with his tongue,
Some were kinky, well hung,
Others simply just too long ago!
A fraction too much friction
I’ve just had my first poke with my ex,
And I say, “Do you smoke after sex?”
She reacts kind of slow,
Puzzled, says “I don’t know.”
Laugh! I damn near choke, when she checks!
D.I.Y.
Masturbation’s a DIY measure
A pastime, when bored or at leisure.
Of course, it’s not love,
But, when push comes to shove,
Fucking’s also about one’s own pleasure.
Universal adaptor
It’s a matter of quite some felicity,
Cunts have such great elasticity;
Lovely and slick,
To fit any size prick,
Cranked by hand, or by mains electricity!
Why not?
In the end, he would not be denied,
Though he hadn’t been pushy, or lied.
She was already nude,
Didn’t mind being screwed;
It was just that she couldn’t decide!
Feral
A strange girl, not much more than a child,
She could not, somehow, be reconciled
To the TV, the mall;
She abandoned it all,
And she answered the call of the wild.
In the still if the night
A small room, in the still of the night;
Through the window, the moon’s spill of light
Falls upon her white breasts.
To his fevered requests,
She still won’t say she will, but she might!
Commodious
“My! That’s lovely!” she said, rather sweetly.
His cock stiffened, hardened completely.
Though quite a fair size,
She just parted her thighs,
And it all fitted into her neatly!
La vie en rose
She’s a whore in a rough-house saloon,
Breasts each like a big rosy balloon!
When she takes men upstairs,
These and much more she bares
Meanwhile humming “Au clair de la lune”.
First date
Her friend set it all up; a blind date
With her new boyfriend’s friend. He was late.
Well, they went out for drinks,
But, she must have a jinx!
When they fucked, it was quite second rate.