The boys think she’s a gift from the gods;
A boy winks, and she giggles and nods.
A quick brush of their lips,
Then it’s down with their zips,
And in no time, they’re shooting their wads!
Ride 'em cowboy!
What a beauty! A prize! She’s a keeper!
He’d thought she was shy. What a sleeper!
He squeezes her breasts,
She bucks back and protests,
As he pulls himself into her deeper!
First impressions
She looked quite immature, initially;
Only a girl, superficially.
Later she proved,
By the way that she moved,
She was plenty of woman, officially!
Car salesmen and hookers
Though she might have more extras to sell you,
Whatever sweet lies she may tell you,
You’re only a john;
You’ll be in, out and gone,
And an up-and-down root’s still good value.
L'invitation
Disait elle “Il est tard, il fait froid,
Pourquoi ne pas aller chez moi?
Tu peux passer la nuit,
Boire un cognac, et puis,
Quelque chose dans mon je ne sais quoi!”
Excelsior
He loved watching her shake and perspire;
The posture was making her tire.
With each stroke, he swore,
He drove in a bit more;
With each thrust, he was taking her higher!
User pays
Any way that men twisted and bent her,
To get at the hole in her centre,
Was okay, she said,
Just as long as they read
Her tattoo, which said “Pay as you enter”.
What's not to like
“Did you like that?” she said, with a grin,
Gobs of semen still dripped from her chin.
Well, of course, he said yes,
As she slipped off her dress,
Out of which she was, more so than in.
Both sides of the story
A man lies, makes false promises, flatters;
To men, nothing but the fuck matters.
They brag to their mates,
While, at home, the girl waits,
Hymen, clothes, reputation in tatters.
Flappers
In the twenties, girls’ bosoms were flatter,
Though size, as such, didn’t much matter;
They fluttered their lashes,,
Wore pearls, bows and sashes,
Were tied to men’s beds by the latter.