Although women are mostly homogenous,
Some, in whom something endogenous
Helps them surpass
Plain old tits, pussy, arse,
Are just all-over bloody erogenous!
Tag: arse
Teacher’s pet (he wishes!)
“You should see our new teacher!” says I.
“Got an arse what could make a man cry!
When she bends down or sits!
And them bloody great tits!
If she turned round, she’d knock out your eye!”
Instinct
Long, long hair, perfect tits, she was hot!
Pretty face, a great arse, the whole lot!
Sexy walk, so distinctive;
His feeling, instinctive,
Was root her her right there, on the spot!
Ridden unsaddled
On all fours, harnessed, blinkered and straddled,
Her lovely plump arse being paddled;
With each slap she bucked,
More or less, thus, self- fucked,
And the poor girlie’s wits the more addled!
Disappointment
“You’re as old as you feel”. What drivel!
Time was that a man’s head would swivel
When women would pass,
Nice firm tits, a good arse,
One’s cock hard. All it does now is shrivel.
Class distinction
Though she thought she looked terribly chic,
He reached down, gave her nipple a tweak,
Began groping her arse!
God! The man so lacked class!
Casting pearls before swine, so to speak.
An acquired taste
Naked, tied up and rather perplexed;
Dildos, vibrators, what ever next?
Quite a turn-on, in fact,
One’s bare arse being smacked.
She might come back for more, she suspects.
Crossing the line
Around fourteen her womanhood loomed…
Hips and breasts swelled. More knowing. She bloomed.
Stupid boys in her class
Squeezed her tits, groped her arse,
To much more of which shit she was doomed.
Thrice blessed
Eyes that smoulder, her lips taste like spice.
They embrace, and she strips in a trice.
Perfect arse, perfect tits,
His cock seamlessly fits
In her pussy, which grips like a vise!
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!