The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
The adverbial proverbial
When she shifted, he picked up a whiff
Of her pussy and, suddenly stiff,
He decided, right then,
That the question was when
He would fuck her, or where, but not if.
Adaptability
At first frightened, reluctant and flustered,
The look of it left her disgusted!
Remarkably, though,
She enjoyed it, then, so,
That she found that she quickly adjusted.
In season
It was only a bit of a fling,
A stray root, just a symptom of spring;
Mindless rutting was all,
And she couldn’t recall,
The man’s name, but so what? No big thing!
Eine kleine Nachtmusik
She intuitively, somehow, knew
She’d had sex in her sleep, although who
It could be came and went…
What the subterfuge meant,
She knew not… though the suspects were few.
Aural sex
An exemplar of feminine flora,
She wore a libidinous aura;
Men drawn to her knew
What a man had to do,
Or be, ever thereafter, the poorer!
Repartee
“You have beautiful _______”, (hands) (buttocks) (tits)
He said, fondling her _________. (arm) (bum) (pink bits)
She replied, “Is that so?
_________! (Thank you) (Piss off) (Let go)
Fuck yourself anywhere that it fits!”
The origin of the phrase
Call me cynical, harsh, doubting Thomas,
But girls tend to keep themselves from us;
They flirt and they tease,
Even give it a squeeze,
Then cop out, with a lick and a promise!
Parlour games
In the dark, from somewhere on the couch,
A sweet, girlish, young voice exclaimed “Ouch!”
Had she been overpowered?
Perhaps been deflowered?
Some carnal adventure, I’ll vouch!
Gushing enthusiasm
All he said was,of course, meant to flatter me,
Compliments on my anatomy,
Straight from the heart,
Most of all for the part
Over which semen, later, would spatter me!