She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?
Putty in his hands
She stood naked, midst clay flakes and dust,
A fixed smile on her face, and nonplussed,
As she suffered the chill
And vicarious thrill
Of the sculptor’s cold hands on her bust.
Intangible
She was flirty, liked dancing and such,
Which was nice, but it didn’t help much,
For the poor fellows who
Wanted more, but who knew,
She was strictly all look and don’t touch!
Lost innocence
He cajoled and confused and caressed her,
Then slyly and slowly undressed her.
She tried to protest,
Did her innocent best,
But he calmly went on to molest her.
Exclusion zone
Perhaps fond hope and fancy deluded him;
Feminine logic eluded him.
How could his wife,
Whom he’d mated for life,
Have a sexual life that excluded him?
Size matters
People make a big fuss about size,
In particular, better-hung guys,
But it’s more about what
A man does, big or not;
A big one’s just a pleasant surprise.
Afternoon delight
In the morning, still sleepy’s too soon;
It’s alright by the light of the moon,
But the best way, for mine,
Is a light lunch and wine,
Then make love all the long afternoon.
Petty concerns
An imprudent young girl from Connecticut,
Went out in nought but a petticoat.
Passers-by gawked;
Gossips pointed and talked
About hussies and breaches of etiquette.
Down to earth
I like girls who grew up on the farm;
For them sex is no cause for alarm:
Making love, making hay;
It’s just part of their day,
Which all adds to their innocent charm.