She wore rags, and was covered in grime,
But her body was something sublime:
Firm young breasts of great size,
And between her smooth thighs
Lay a cunt slick with succulent slime.
Tag: big tits
Counting her blessings
‘Neath the sensible warm winter vest
Of Miss Darcy there dangles a breast
Of such marvelous size
It brings tears to one’s eyes,
And the other? My God! She’s twice blessed!
Dauntless
For the big tits she shamelessly flaunted,
Miss Nelson was gawked at and taunted:
She had them tattooed
With designs bold and lewd,
And exposed them still, bravely undaunted.
Juicy fruits
A young lady I’ve seen at the beach
Has a bum like a succulent peach.
She has melon-like tits,
And there perkily sits
A plump cherry-ripe nipple on each!
Quack
“If it walks like a duck and says quack,
It’s a duck,” he says. “Right? Check her rack!
And the camel toe, bro!
She’s a slut, buddy, soooo…
Get that big-titted bitch on her back!
Too much of a good thing
She had truly exceptional hooters,
Poor girl, but attracted no suitors…
The men that she’d met…
Nearest thing she could get,
Were all tit-obsessed, sleazy mad rooters!
Baps
She’s a bonny lass, big, bouncy baps,
Flirts with fellas, like, sits on their laps,
Gets em hard, too, I guess,
Rubbing under her dress,
Cheeky thing, even shags em, perhaps!
Jugs
I cain’t help havin’ these here jugs…
And she hefts em in both hands and shrugs…
Guys all starin’ an’ gropin’
But ain’t no use mopin’
Just hang em out, show all them mugs!
Murphy’s law
She walked down the street humming a song,
In her little short dress and her thong…
Her big tits bounced and swung…
What a joy to be young!
A bit cheeky… but what could go wrong?
Suggestibility
A great beauty, impressively breasted,
She found herself frequently pestered,
By men big and small…
She fucked most, but not all…
It depended on what they suggested.