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.
Tag: arse
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!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
The rhythm method
At siesta (when nobody slumbers),
Her dance teacher (tangos and rumbas)
Continued her class;
1, 2, (cock up her arse),
3, (change holes), 4, 5 … All by the numbers!
Pickup lines
Bored, she flagged down a ride in a pickup.
Her day though was in for a hiccup!
He turned down a track,
Threw her ass on the back,
Said “Git naked! This here’s a stick-up!
Non-gender-specific
She was cute as a button, or cuter,
Great tits and nice arse, a mad rooter!
She didn’t much care
About how, when or where,
Man or woman, uncertain or neuter!
Relatively speaking
Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
Fundamentally speaking
In America, gals have an ass,
A term vulgar demeaning and crass;
English girls have an arse,
Which, of course, has more class,
As befitting a more refined lass.
Pincer movement
His assault, cunning sod, was two-pronged;
Arse and pussy (where such things belonged).
She’d have thought never mind,
But the bit from behind
Was a pain, and a trifle prolonged.