She has quite a museum of pricks,
Whence to choose, and to use for her kicks.
She displays them with pride;
(Can that one fit inside?)
Showing friends some astonishing tricks!
Taste test
First she gave it a tentative lick,
Just the tip of her tongue, a quick flick;
She smiled, moistened her lip,
And embraced first the tip,
Then the rest, which came out hard and slick!
Beating off
She’s one heck of a good-looking chick;
Her dad’s beating men off with a stick!
She herself isn’t shy,
If a man takes her eye…
Though the fucking is furtive and quick!
Left dangling
Warning: Feminists may take offence.
There she hung, arms and legs and ropes tense,
Being toyed with at will,
(And with consummate skill),
In both senses, in helpless suspense!
A woman's lot
She lay naked, all blushing and shy;
It’s so big!” she exclaimed. I may die!
But if all of those others,
Wives, mistresses, mothers
Can do it, she thought, why not I?
Who you know
Her virginity, though sacrosanct,
Didn’t mean a man couldn’t be wanked;
Certain gentleman-friends
Helped the meeting of ends,
Upon which she most gratefully banked!
Loose woman
His prick swelled, as she loosened her stays;
Her breasts welled up to meet his rapt gaze.
“My, sir, that’s a fine bulge!
It would seem to divulge
That one might well be here for days!”
Discretion
She smiled sweetly, and clutched a small posy;
Her cheeks and her nipples were rosy.
He guessed at the latter,
But what does that matter?
To peek down her dress would be nosey!
The chaste kiss
He was charming, and rather persuasive,
She friendly, but coy and evasive;
She kissed the poor boy,
Which she did quite enjoy,
Though his whiskers were somewhat abrasive!
Insight
She sipped tea, and she nibbled her toast,
In the crossword completely engrossed.
Her silk dressing-gown gaped;
Her left breast, thus undraped,
Was decidedly nicer than most.