On a white card she wrote: “Could do better.
Instructions obeyed to the letter.
Work neat and correct.
Penis nicely erect.
Could have waited until I’d got wetter.”
Unmasked
The erection he struggled to mask,
(An increasingly difficult task),
As they danced cheek to cheek
She, at last, gave a tweak,
And said “Frankly, you only need ask!”
Not abreast of things
She unfastened her brassiere clasp;
He emitted an audible gasp,
And she winked to suggest
He might fondle her chest,
Which the poor fellow failed to grasp!
The tart
Though she dressed and behaved like a tart,
When she fucked, she fucked straight from the heart,
Which she wore on her sleeve,
And good sex, I believe,
And great tits are a pretty good start!
Peeping Tom
Naked, sprawled she lay blissfully sleeping;
He crouched at the door, panting, peeping,
His cock in his hand,
But would she understand
That his love for her brought him there, creeping?
No harm in trying
Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!
Heaven on a stick
She came just to his elbows in height,
Tits not big but not small, about right;
She could perch on his prick
Like a doll on a stick
Or a glove on his hand, but more tight!
Pliability
She did things others couldn’t, with ease,
eg: putting her chin on her knees;
You could have her in ways
Which would frankly amaze,
And she’d bend over backwards to please!
Self-discovery
She explored her moist pink indentation,
And found she enjoyed the sensation
Of something inside her.
She spread herself wider;
This marvellous thing, masturbation!
Misfit
All done up in the full drag regalia,
His sexual paraphernalia,
Didn’t quite fit,
Wouldn’t tuck, wouldn’t sit;
One was struck by its size, inter alia!