She was pretty, but looked so forlorn
That, in spite of himself, he was torn
Between pity and lust,
But her arse and her bust,
And her pussy, though, gave him the horn.
The savage breast
She was beautiful, bad and depraved,
Her cunt hungry, demanding and shaved…
Beneath breasts sweet to hold
Beat a heart hard and cold,
As she sought the strange sex that she craved.
Tour de force
She had breasts best described as pneumatic,
Her love-making quite acrobatic;
Her firm buttocks clenched,
Panting, moaning, sweat-drenched,
Till she came in a manner ecstatic!
English wenches
English wenches are freckled and fair,
Pale and charmingly speckled when bare:
They have wonderful norks,
Use the right knives and forks,
And God made them for sex, I declare!
German frauleins
German frauleins are sturdy and buxom,
Big titties, and don’t mind who sucks ’em,
With thighs like young trees,
They can use just to squeeze,
Or to buck under whomever fucks ’em.
Pros and cons
She weighed up what she’d gain or she’d lose
From an offer she couldn’t refuse:
He could fuck her, of course,
Using menace or force,
In exchange for what, should she so choose?
The ruse
It was plain the whole thing was a ruse,
Helped by charm, wit, smooth talking and booze,
But such lies and deceit!
Still, he was rather sweet,
And in bed he was bound to amuse.
Italian girls
Italian girls look like madonnas.
They jealously treasure their honours,
But just for so long…
Till a boy comes along,
With good looks and sharp clothes, then they’re goners!
Love at first sight
With her help, he unfastened her bra,
And he looked and thought “God! There they are!”
Then she took off her pants,
And from just a quick glance,
As he came, he was heard exclaim “Ahh!”
Quid pro quo
Sex is just sex, and money is money,
And each can be tragic or funny.
With either comes power:
Men pay by the hour,
Rich men make girls’ honey-pots runny.