She was head-over-heels, besotted;
Thank goodness the ropes were well knotted!
They say love is blind,
And she didn’t much mind
If she stood for it, lay down or squatted!
Still-life
On her bosom was tattooed a filigree,
Etched there, tattooists of skill agree,
Painstakingly,
Rather breathtakingly,
Even artists more run of the mill agree.
Breeding
Those who’ve screwed her, or been given head agree,
All those who’ve been in her bed agree,
Though she’s a bitch,
Though she wear not a stitch,
She’s still, plainly, a bitch of good pedigree.
Madonna
Long loose labia, looping like frills,
Make him hard, make him sweat, give him chills;
Heavy, full, low-slung breasts,
Lolling languid on chests,
From which warm, nutty mother’s milk spills!
The human comedy
She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”
Utter bliss
Children tittered, their elders tut-tutted.
“Like animals!” somebody muttered.
Lewd and lascivious,
Rudely oblivious,
Blithely they shamelessly rutted!
Clammy
Slender, sloe-eyed, she looked sort of elfish…
Entranced, and by nature unselfish,
He gave her a screw,
Then went down on her too,
And her cunt tasted rather like shell-fish!
Erotic tableau
They were nestled together like spoons,
Her bare bum like two bright, shiny moons,
His huge prick in between;
(This is getting obscene),
Like those Japanese porno cartoons!
XL
Pushing forty, but quite well-preserved,
She came on in a manner reserved,
But then did things in bed
Which confirmed what was said;
The term “slut” did seem richly deserved!
Bigger fish
Cried a dainty-finned, pretty young gudgeon,
“You horrible, mean old curmudgeon!
You won’t buy a pearl
For your favourite girl!”
And swam off in a fit of high dudgeon.