She said, smiling, still charmingly nude,
“That was lovely, and now that we’ve screwed,
I would rather prefer
No more stiff ‘miss and sir’;
We’re on first name terms, now, yes?” she cooed.
French familiarity
Elle a dit, souriante, encore nue,
“Et alors, tout etait à ton gôut?”
“Oui, bien sur, vous savez.”
“Nous avons juste baisé;
Donc tu peux m’addresser, oui, comme tu!”
Not that kind of girl
Though you might think a girl’s not that kind,
Try it on and, quite often, you’ll find
That you wind up in bed;
They’ll complain but, all said,
In the end, they don’t very much mind.
Aussie sheilas
Aussie sheilas are mostly good sorts,
Like a joke and a drink, damn good sports,
Cook a feed, open gates,
Root a man. And his mates…
It’s as if they could read a bloke’s thoughts!
Meek
She stood, naked, unable to speak.
He reached out, gave her nipple a tweak;
She just widened her eyes.
His hand parted her thighs;
She emitted a timorous squeak!
Staple in her navel
She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!
The large codpiece
She asked, cheekily, feeling good-humoured,
If, down there, he was, as was rumoured,
As big as a horse!
He replied, “Well, of course!
Even bigger, perhaps, when one’s tumid!”
The timid maiden
Although pretty, the wench was so timid,
Despite the hot passion that simmered,
That welled in her breast…
She said naught to him, lest
She destroy any faint hope that glimmered.
The enchanted prince
She was proving quite hard to convince,
Thought the frog (an enchanted young prince).
If she’d kiss him, she’d know,
But she wouldn’t, although
He’d dropped all sorts of obvious hints!
Penance
She’d confessed her sins. Meekly she knelt,
To accept whate’er penance was dealt,
On the cold altar stairs,
For the priest’s mournful prayers,
Or the kiss of the cane, or his belt.