Her mind dwelt upon matters exalted,
Till, one day, her firm resolve faltered.
The boy had blue eyes,
Such soft hands, such strong thighs;
Her chaste attitude pretty soon altered!
Breaking eggs to make a cake
On the whole, she’d been terribly brave.
Though she’d cried, this of course he forgave.
A girl’s maidenhead lost
Is a trivial cost,
To be taught to come, wave after wave!
Redhead, unnatural
She was well-stacked, but rather a dead-head,
Nice tits, and a natural red-head.
He’d have to make do,
His to hurt and make do
Things perverted, tied fast to his bedhead.
The sublime and the ridiculous
Like a fantasy, somehow made flesh,
Clad in wisps of lace, satin and mesh
And some wicked high heels,
She giggles and squeals;
He blushes, and hopes his breath’s fresh.
These things happen
The kiss turned out to be the preamble,
That led to a wild, naked scramble,
The cries, gasps, the flood
Of his semen, her blood;
Contraception? A bit of a gamble!
Temptress
The lewd manner in which she behaved,
And the fact that her fanny was shaved,
Led, despite good intentions,
To acts no-one mentions,
With which the road hellwards is paved!
At her majesty's pleasure
Big black dildo or pink? Which to choose?
She had only herself to amuse.
The blue vibrating one?
Or all three might be fun.
Fuck ’em all! What’s a girl got to lose?
Orientation
Oriental girls, bloody inscrutable,
Beautiful! Ever so rootable!
Musky perfumes,
Spicy taste, one assumes,
Made for sex, or at least very suitable.
The rake
From the cut of his suit, much in vogue,
To his manners and charming Scotch brogue,
He did seem so refined
That the girls didn’t mind
Being fucked and abandoned, the rogue!
Perspective
Though she suffers from senile dementia,
Can’t think where she left her top denture,
She sleeps well at night,
Small things bring her delight,
And each day is a brand new adventure!