Naked, no awkward clothing to hamper,
Her pussy grew steadily damper!
They rolled on the grass,
His hands clutching her arse …
Yes indeed! She was one happy camper!
Tag: arse
Impressed
Nice tight dress, and low-cut; dressed to kill!
The snug fit caused her big breasts to spill.
The thigh-high centre slit
Straining, ready to split;
“If she bends down,” her boss guessed, “it will!”
Time and motion
He, like all men, has sex needs of course,
Satisfied without love or remorse;
Money, power, he’s found,
Keep the women around;
Tits and arses, a human resource.
Sleeping partner
“What a great arse! And such a sound sleeper!”
He thought, plunging into her deeper;
Nice tits, choice of holes,
Just like one of those dolls,
Or a proper girlfriend, only cheaper!
Good work ethic
Not a slut, though her morals are loose,
She puts out at the slightest excuse;
Great tits, arse, what the hell!
A damn girl might as well
Put the assets she’s got to good use!
The shrew
He liked sex, but his sex drive was flagging;
His shrew of a wife and her nagging,
Her cold, mocking tone
Put him off, while her own
Tits and arse, all her best bits, were sagging!
Pimp my bride
Love betrayed! What a snake in the grass!
To be pimped! Such heartache! So low class!
Her illusions dispelled,
She danced nude, while he yelled,
“Swing your tits more, and shake your fat arse!”
Truth or Dare
When she finally came up for air,
Naked, sweaty, her cunt worse for wear,
Titties bruised, her arse sore,
Swollen lips, aching jaw,
“Win or lose,” she thought, “Fuck Truth or Dare!”
Au naturelle
It was plain, once her tits were unholstered,
They’d never been surgically bolstered.
Her arse, he could feel,
Was bouncy and real!
Good Lord! How that girl was uphostered!
Post-feminism
A post-feminist girl, analytical,
Saw sex as mostly political;
So lower class,
Being fucked in the arse!
Yet to not do so seemed hypocritical!