“Bloody men all want one thing”, she said,
“They all just want to get me in bed.
Why in heaven”, she sighed,
Can’t they be satisfied
With a blow job or hand job instead?”
Tag: bed
Feminine mystique
She was beautiful, tall young and sleek,
Ample-breasted, lips bee-stung, unique!
She lay sprawled on his bed,
“I could eat you!” he said,
Which was true, although said tongue-in-chic!
Passing thoughts
With his shirt and his tie and one boot on,
He mounted her there, on her futon,
(A Japanese bed,
Very trendy, he’d read,
But they’re hard, and a bugger to root on!)
Breaking the ice
Stop! she shouted, and then even chillier,
Sir, you are over-familiar.
Fair go, he said.
We’re halfway into bed,
And a nice friendly root wouldn’t kill ya!
The ruse
It was plain the whole thing was a ruse,
Helped by charm, wit, smooth talking and booze,
But such lies and deceit!
Still, he was rather sweet,
And in bed he was bound to amuse.