The term prostitute seemed a misnomer;
They danced, the band played “La Paloma”.
He sniffed in the air…
From her damp underwear,
Her disturbingly musky aroma!
Jekyll and Hyde
Doctor Jekyll’s wool suit was bespoke,
Educated, refined, when he spoke,
But his mad, darker side,
Ugly, violent Hyde
Was a rather less likeable bloke!
Squeamish
Just the thought of sex caused him distress;
Ugly sounds, and the smells and the mess!
All that squeaking and squishiness,
Yeastiness, fishiness;
God! Let her please not undress!
Flowers in her hair
She’d tuned in, and turned on, and dropped out,
Burned her bra! Her big boobies flopped out.
Joined a commune and all;
Dope, free love, had a ball!
One, two, three flower-children popped out!
Left-over hippy
Grey-haired, pretty, a left-over hippy,
Great tits still, spaced out, often trippy,
Nude most of the time,
But, hey! That ain’t no crime!
(Though, in winter, a little bit nippy!)
Intense
I’ve just never been one much to camp;
Sleeping rough in the cold and the damp!
Man and woman weren’t meant
To make love in a tent,
Risking leeches and spiders and cramp!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”
The gigolo
She awaited her handsome young gigolo,
Wishing her bum didn’t jiggle so,
Blushing and nude,
Having paid to be screwed;
It would give all her girlfriends a giggle though!
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!