Teenage girls seem to come with a use-by date,
Stamped on their arse, “Cherry lose-by date”.
Anxious to screw,
They don’t worry much who;
They want cock, be it how big or whose by fate!
Tag: arse
Peep-show
Giggling, drunk, a bit drowsy and noddy,
She sprawled in the chair. A nice body.
Her skirt had slipped up,
One breast out of its cup.
Bloody nice, and her arse wasn’t shoddy.
Red letter days
They had markedly differing views
About which of her holes he could use;
Though her arse was taboo,
And her mouth, mostly, too,
On his birthday and such, he could choose.
Screen test
Her leaked sex tape, it now became clear,
Much wanked to, jokes made over beer,
Did not bring disgrace.
No, those tits (and her face),
And her arse helped kick-start her career!
In the shit
Though ’twas only the tip, as if stung
By a cane or a whip, highly-strung,
She screamed “That’s a bit rum!
Get it out of my bum!
Struth! ‘Twas only a slip of the tongue!
Democracy in action
“Dear Diary. Oh boy!” she wrote.
Tom said “Pussy or arse or deep-throat?”
Harry laughed, said “Tough call!”
I said “Fuck! Do ’em all!
Fuckin’ airtight, boys, that’s my damn vote!”
Tractability
He paused, grunting with dissatisfaction,
Tried changing his angle a fraction.
“Turn over,” he said.
“Scoot your arse down the bed;
A man needs a bit more bloody traction!”
Rustic idyll
Country life is idyllic, bucolic,
A lazy, libidinous frolic;
Lush grass, tranquil waters,
Plump-arsed farmers’ daughters,
Lewd pleasures, and some alcoholic!
A nod as good as a wink
Although seemingly proper and modest,
Her dress was low cut and tight bodiced.
She winked, which was odd,
A brief smile and a nod,
And she twitched her arse too… which was oddest.
Keep smiling
Though they do have their fair share of squabbles,
He still loves the way her arse wobbles,
And how, though she chokes,
She still giggles and jokes,
And keeps smiling at him while she gobbles!