The man’s penis was long, straight and narrow;
Her legs in his hands, like a barrow.
His cock, like a lance,
In this strenuous stance,
Drove her wild, filled and thrilled to the marrow!
Vis-a-vis
Said a cheeky young lady called Liz,
She’d show hers, if he’d also show his.
They went on with the game;
To the boy’s grief and shame,
She exclaimed “What? Is that all there is?”
The blossoming
She decided she must grasp the nettle,
Just praying her frayed nerves would settle,
And felt, in the holding,
Her body unfolding;
Each labium like a pink petal!
It adds up
In seduction, a girl may be dumb,
Yet get by, with this quick rule of thumb:
If a man likes her scent,
He’s a hundred percent
To just love how she twitches her bum!
Hindsight
Half-awake, as she heard her sheets rustle,
She smiled, thinking “What a smooth hustle!
So good, while it lasted,
The smooth-talking bastard!
Next time, he’ll get more of a tussle!”
It's a chill wind
As he hitched up her skirt hem, she laughed,
“Oh! My goodness! A sudden cold draft!”
The breeze ruffled the hair
On her never-mind-where,
Which he parted forthwith, with his shaft!
Shock and awe
There he stood, with his trousers half-mast;
She stared, goggle-eyed, gob-smacked, aghast!
His cock, big as her arm!
(It could do a girl harm!)
And all hers! No-one else’s! At last!
A moment's work
“Not a whisper!” his husky voice rasped;
Her big breasts in two strong hands were grasped;
Just whose hands, she’d no notion…
In one fluid motion,
He thrust in his cock, as she gasped!
Amore
Dice lei, “Caro, come ti amo!
Benche non sei il primo, diciamo
Tu sei il migliore
Facendo l’amore,
Adesso, poi, abbracciamo!”
Outflanked
It was low-cut, revealing, and white;
Her breasts threatened to fall out, and might.
He hitched up her lace gown,
Laid her bum-up, face-down,
And she gave in with hardly a fight!