When Victorian wives wore a corset,
To fuck them, a man had to force it;
All rather a bore,
Much more fun with a whore,
So men often preferred to outsource it.
Fireglow
They were fucking in front of the fire;
The warmth made them flush and perspire.
Their bellies were wet,
Slick with each other’s sweat:
With each thrust, he slapped into her higher.
The modest maiden
She was modest; could not have been shyer,
Yet burned with erotic desire,
And, sleepless at night,
In excitement and fright,
As she jerked off, she’d moan and perspire.
Wake-up call
It does give one a bit of a shake-up,
One hung-over morning, to wake up,
With some girl, quite nude,
Whom one probably screwed,
Lying there with bad hair and smudged make-up.
Cured
The big, dumb fellow having been lured,
Virginity quickly was cured…
Some flattering lies…
She exclaimed at his size…
And was soon satisfyingly skewered.
Certain things
Certain things that she did quite appealed:
The way she unzipped me and kneeled,
The way she undressed,
But undoubtedly best,
Was the way, when she came, that she squealed!
Colour code
When a woman wears something see-through,
You can watch how her skin changes hue;
Pink or white, say, at rest,
Flushing red when caressed,
When she’s cold, shades of purple and blue.
The mother of invention
In the past, when a woman was wed,
She’d be later escorted to bed,
And the stained wedding sheet
Would be hung in the street,
As a proof she was virgin, and bled.
Though all knew the bride’s blood must be shed
Many brides, I suspect, and it’s said,
Fooled their husbands, of course,
With some raspberry sauce,
Or some wine, or most anything red.
Big bang theory
Though it’s true her proportions are ample,
Her big boobs and bum, for example,
In terms of a fuck,
It’s more bang for your buck,
And she’s happy to give a free sample.
Kindness
When the landlord dropped round to remind
Her, the rent was now two weeks behind,
She looked so damn distressed,
In the doorway, half-dressed,
That he said he’d take payment in kind.