Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!
A yearning for romance
They used condoms, to keep it hygenic;
Their techniques were, well, callisthenic.
The guy’s cock looked odd;
He was fat, too! Thank God
That the girl was at least photogenic.
Hints
He deduced, from the hints that she gave,
She might like to, at times, misbehave…
That she wore a tight dress…
That she asked him to guess
Which particular bits did she shave?
A hem
Her hands clutching the hem of her dress,
Which just covers her bum, more or less,
Her eyes don’t meet the eyes
Of the wolf-whistling guys,
Though she knows that they’re looking, I guess.
Picasso
A great artist, and rich, was old Pablo,
But also a rogue, el diablo!
Unfaithful as hell,
There’s so much one could tell,
Pero, español yo no hablo!
Come hither
The poor boy got himself in a dither;
Her look said distinctly “Come hither!”
He stifled a groan;
Her legs straddled his own,
As he felt his erecting cock slither.
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
Direct marketing
Said he, out on the town and carousing,
“I say, lass, that’s rather arousing!”
Said she “Chilly, outdoors.
“Forty quid, and I’m yours!”
“Oh my goodness!” said he. “No! Just browsing.”
Tasty tart
He said “Darling, please don’t think me boorish;
That skirt, though, does make you look whore-ish.
Your cleavage, what’s more,
Is too much to ignore!
The whole package, in fact, is quite more-ish!”