It was long, hard and thick, and it bent:
It would turn her cunt into a tent.
Growing deeper and wider,
She drew it inside her.
Amazing where all of it went!
Practice makes perfect
She sprawled naked and stared at the ceiling,
Her moist nether parts thus revealing.
She said “That was nice,
Though I know you’ve come twice,
Could we do it just once more … with feeling?”
Miss Edwards
For obliging Miss Millicent Edwards
No’s one of life’s little-said words:
A wink or a glance
And she’ll have off your pants
And be rapidly steering you bedwards.
Frilly knickers
A lascivious lady called Lilly
Wears knickers outrageous and frilly,
But only wears these
When it’s cold and the breeze
Swirling under her skirt is too chilly.
Mysterious Jill
To make love to mysterious Jill
Is a secret and singular thrill,
Or perhaps even plural,
In bed, or more rural,
She makes love with magical skill!
Yet about her’s an air strangely chill:
Yes, she’s gorgeous, enchanting, but still,
To gaze into her eyes,
Though it logic defies,
It’s as if, as they say, looks could kill.
Her eyes bore into one like a drill,
Angels sing, but discordant and shrill.
Though she plays on your trust,
Still, consumed by your lust,
You plunge in, and submit to her will.
One is left like one’s been through the mill:
You feel sated, and yet strangely ill.
In your heart there’s a void,
You’re complete, yet destroyed,
Thoughts of other girls crumble to nil.
Sound sleeper
An unscrupulous bastard called Jerry
Deprived a young girl of her cherry:
While drunk, sleeping soundly
He rooted her roundly…
Unsporting of course, but not very.
Instinct
She was well bred and bloody knew better…
Quite out of the question… and yet her
Base instincts insisted!
Although she resisted,
Just thinking of sex made her wetter!
Night-shift
An insomniac woman called Ann
Is unable to sleep with no man.
Since she makes it worthwhile
To be listed on file
I myself help whenever I can.
Age
The approach of old age is insidious:
Though one be e’er so fastidious,
Year by year
More wrinkles appear.
One day you wake up old and hideous!
Neo-romantic
The romantic esteems the ideal,
By nature more perfect than real.
That’s all very well,
But I’d much rather smell,
Taste and chew, fuck and feel!