“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!
Tag: arse
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!
Flirting with danger
Boys and girls, in their hormonal teens,
Know what flirting and dirty talk means;
A girl wiggles her arse,
Soon she’s down on the grass,
A boy’s hand down the front of her jeans!
Americana 3
She cleans windscreens and he pumps the gas.
Still at school, but the girl’s got some sass!
Dresses sexy, acts flirty,
Don’t mind talkin’ dirty;
Big tits too, and nice bouncy ass.
Americana 5
In a burger joint / diner / cafe,
In a side street, downtown Santa Fe,
She waits tables and smiles,
Struts her ass round the tiles;
Does she root? Maybe not. But she may.