An exemplar of feminine flora,
She wore a libidinous aura;
Men drawn to her knew
What a man had to do,
Or be, ever thereafter, the poorer!
Repartee
“You have beautiful _______”, (hands) (buttocks) (tits)
He said, fondling her _________. (arm) (bum) (pink bits)
She replied, “Is that so?
_________! (Thank you) (Piss off) (Let go)
Fuck yourself anywhere that it fits!”
The origin of the phrase
Call me cynical, harsh, doubting Thomas,
But girls tend to keep themselves from us;
They flirt and they tease,
Even give it a squeeze,
Then cop out, with a lick and a promise!
Parlour games
In the dark, from somewhere on the couch,
A sweet, girlish, young voice exclaimed “Ouch!”
Had she been overpowered?
Perhaps been deflowered?
Some carnal adventure, I’ll vouch!
Gushing enthusiasm
All he said was,of course, meant to flatter me,
Compliments on my anatomy,
Straight from the heart,
Most of all for the part
Over which semen, later, would spatter me!
Make-believe
Although impotent he was resourceful,
At times, perhaps rather too forceful,
Enjoying his toys,
(Boys will always be boys);
He was always, though, later, remorseful.
Perpetual emotion
She moaned, spasmed; she’d reached fever-pitch,
When she suffered a technical glitch.
It was somewhere inside,
And, as much as she tried,
She could not reach, to turn off the switch!
Stretching a friendship
She kept smiling, and tried not to flinch,
Though the buckles and leather did pinch,
And although her heart sank,
At the clatter and clank
Of his little electrical winch!
Where to look?
What a lot of bright sun and fresh air,
To be facing with so much flesh bare,
On a damn nudist beach!
People gazed, each at each;
God! She wished she had more hair down there!
G rated
It was flimsy, and small, and opaque,
Like a fig-leaf, cheap, tacky and fake,
Just a little g-string,
A tight, scratchy wee thing,
She wore, just for decency’s sake.