Half-awake, as she heard her sheets rustle,
She smiled, thinking “What a smooth hustle!
So good, while it lasted,
The smooth-talking bastard!
Next time, he’ll get more of a tussle!”
It's a chill wind
As he hitched up her skirt hem, she laughed,
“Oh! My goodness! A sudden cold draft!”
The breeze ruffled the hair
On her never-mind-where,
Which he parted forthwith, with his shaft!
Shock and awe
There he stood, with his trousers half-mast;
She stared, goggle-eyed, gob-smacked, aghast!
His cock, big as her arm!
(It could do a girl harm!)
And all hers! No-one else’s! At last!
A moment's work
“Not a whisper!” his husky voice rasped;
Her big breasts in two strong hands were grasped;
Just whose hands, she’d no notion…
In one fluid motion,
He thrust in his cock, as she gasped!
Amore
Dice lei, “Caro, come ti amo!
Benche non sei il primo, diciamo
Tu sei il migliore
Facendo l’amore,
Adesso, poi, abbracciamo!”
Outflanked
It was low-cut, revealing, and white;
Her breasts threatened to fall out, and might.
He hitched up her lace gown,
Laid her bum-up, face-down,
And she gave in with hardly a fight!
Those whom God hath joined together
She’d split many a marriage asunder,
Which was, of course, small cause for wonder;
Well, not to those matrons,
Whose husbands were patrons,
Whose bellies she’d damply been under!
Remarkability
She did things with her body that bordered
On bad taste, extreme and, well, sordid.
But honestly though,
I’m just dying to know
How she managed those tricks men applauded!
Res ipso locuta
Although built like an ox, and as hairy as,
Girls he had, many and various,
Not by some trick,
But one glance at his prick,
And their smiles signalled “access all areas!”
The value of manners
She’d been slowly, politely denuded,
Her panties and bra too included;
Spreadeagled, she lay,
With those parts on display,
Where no man, before him, had intruded.