Her loose blouse, sheer, silken or crepe,
She’d left carelessly buttoned, agape.
Through the fabric light danced,
Light and shadow enhanced…
Her breasts’ movement, their texture and shape.
Observing the niceties
Said the butler with suitable deference,
“Madam, you’ll pardon the reference.
Still, I must say
That that dress does display
Your tits well, as a matter of preference!”
Coming clean
Her cunt frothing with soap or shampoo,
Fingers flying, she comes! I am too!
Did she know I could see?
Did it it have to be me?
Did she not even give a damn who?
Steep learning curve
She’d been screwed everywhere that was hollow,
Gagged, giggled, and made herself swallow;
She felt like a slut,
Which she rather liked, but
She did wonder what else was to follow!
Degree of difficulty
Though I’m certain he’s not disappointed,
As one of the lay, unanointed,
It does seem to me,
That to do that thing, she
Must, most certainly, be double-jointed!
Relativity
What he’d done, (which could not be defended,
To such depraved depths he’d descended),
Though rather extreme,
She explained, it would seem,
In the end…well, it rather depended!
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
Lonely at the top
At her trade, she’d about reached the pinnacle,
Pretty, but cold, hard and cynical;
Talented, true,
But she tended to screw
In a way that seemed sterile and clinical.
His pound of flesh
Pretty, headstrong, and apt to be rash,
For a fee, she’d adapt to the lash.
A sore bum, a fat purse;
It could well have been worse,
And she was, so to say, strapped for cash.
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.