The gods fashioned the wood nymph to cater
For sexual needs in the satyr;
That creature, the faun,
Roots from dusk until dawn,
Rests a while, and then roots some more later!
Hairy-chestedness
In the cot, he was less than adept,
Which she didn’t mind too much, except
That, with all his shortcomings,
His boasts and chest-drummings
She found rather hard to accept!
WTF?
He posed, naked, erect, and he flexed;
She reclined there, nude too, but perplexed,
Wishing, willing that he’d
Come to bed and proceed
With whatever he planned to do next!
Sex demystified
Sex is simpler in fact than in fiction;
Enough firm vaginal constriction;
Skilled girls use their talents
To keep the right balance
Between lubrication and friction.
Like mother, like daughter
Her mum gave her careful instruction,
To teach her the art of seduction;
From facial expression,
Right up to that session
Which dealt with correct use of suction.
The pout
He was so hard, he thought he might burst.
She said “Come on, big boy, do your worst!”
What a charming effect;
Her big nipples erect,
And her labia puckered and pursed!
Father unknown
What a pity she chose to indulge
Her mad whim; now observe the round bulge
At the front of her dress,
And, though gossips may guess
Who’s to blame, that she’ll never divulge!
Blooper
On the surface of things, it might seem
Her behaviour was rather extreme;
Somewhat more than informal,
In fact quite abnormal,
On web-cam too, beaming live-stream!
Gene puddle
It was fun, but a bit of a muddle;
Which sister to fuck, which to cuddle?
One after the other?
Then also their mother!
Or all at once, heaped in a huddle?
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
He’d seduce girls, then leave while they slept,
Couldn’t bear to be there when they wept,
For lost love, for divorce,
And their panties, of course…
Which he put in his pocket and kept.