She stripped off, gave her titties a squeeze,
Smacked her bum, and got down on her knees;
As she moaned and said “Fuck me!”
An impish thought struck me:
I answered, “Not till you say please!”
Impartial
So, which part of a woman is best?
A soft, squeezable, squashable breast,
Or her vulva, with features
Like dainty sea creatures,
Or pubic hair, like a wee nest?
Doing is knowing
She was prudish and quickly offended,
Or, maybe, she only pretended:
She must have known lust,
From her burgeoning bust,
And her belly, so plainly distended.
Bodacious
She was gorgeous, untamed and bodacious,
Her appetite huge and voracious,
For sex, drugs and booze,
Anything to amuse,
In particular, all things salacious.
Curious
He protested he’d only been curious:
Not convinced, though, fucking furious,
She called it buggery,
Arse-rape and thuggery,
Sick and depraved and injurious!
Raunch
He was fond of a nice bit of raunch;
Tits and pussy, a well-rounded haunch.
His pulse raced, his eyes glazed,
His mouth drooled as he gazed,
And his prick slithered under his paunch.
Perfume
He breathed deep of her musky perfume,
More arousing than any rare bloom:
In his mind and his nose
Was not lily, nor rose,
But the petal-like lips of her womb!
Chat
They’d been chatting on-line, by computer,
Swapped photos, but live she was cuter,
And, though she might think
They’d just met for a drink,
His intention of course was to root her!
Well stacked
She was sexy as hell, and well stacked…
Like a goddess, to be more exact!
But her hot little twat,
To be honest, was what
Made his rigid cock hard to extract!
Porn
Quite a lot of what passes for porn,
Be it photos, or written, or drawn,
Is so matter-of-fact
It’s devoid of impact,
And provokes, not one’s lust, but a yawn.