Her full breasts dangled over her girdle;
Her bra gone, her tights still to hurdle.
“Come on!” she cried, giggling,
Her big bosom jiggling,
“My milk is beginning to curdle!”
Feet and inches
As he worked his way in, inch by inch,
She did, ever so fleetingly, flinch,
As her hymen was split,
Since it hurt, just a bit,
But the next half-a-foot was a cinch!
The creative juices
Quite distracted, while busily sketching,
He thought “My, she looks rather fetching!”
His model, bored, nude,
Fantasised being screwed,
Nipples hard and her moist pussy stretching!
Open arms
He positioned his body astride her;
She opened herself to him wider,
Her legs round his waist,
In her feverish haste
To get more of him deeper inside her!
The upper hand
When he groped at her tits, she got cross,
And thought “Fuck it! I’ll show him who’s boss!”
So she did a slow strip;
First he started to drip,
Then he came, and she thought “Well, small loss!”
Compatible
They discussed body-art and film noir,
Retro-chic and soft porn and Degas;
Then they drank more tequila,
And by Pancho Villa,
She’d stripped to her panties and bra.
Je ne sais quoi
She exuded a je ne sais quoi;
She invited him to her boudoir.
She undid her chemise
Bared her breast to his squeeze
While she gave him a wet kiss, mmmwah!
The biological imperative
From the moment they enter their teens,
A young person’s life wildly careens,
In the headlong pursuit
Of somebody to root,
In a mad rush to pass on their genes.
Strictly personal
Though her parents were stuffy and strict,
How kids turn out is hard to predict;
She might not fuck, as such,
Well, not terribly much,
But gives great head and loves to be licked!
Persuasion
She had not been too hard to convince;
A few compliments, long looks and hints.
They’d gone out to a bar;
How had things gone this far?
“All too easy,” she thought, with a wince.