Fair and buxom, a splendid young wench!
He mused… foreign perhaps… maybe French.
Giggling, blushing and modest,
Big tits tightly bodiced,
Bare-arsed, skirt up, over a bench!
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Top class
The girl ain’t what a bloke would call classy…
She’s loud, a bit sluttish and brassy…
Yeah, big tits maybe,
But a Harvard degree,
And she’s fluent in Chinese and Farsi!
Gravity
Unsupported her big bosom droops
When she leans forward, kneels or stoops,
Which she does, as we speak,
And one cops a good peek,
As she giggles, and winks, and say “Oops!”
Life’s not fair
He’d about thought he had this girl pegged…
Sassy walk, heavy-titted, long-legged…
She’d go off, he’d have said,
Be a screamer in bed…
Couldn’t fuck her, but, not if he’d begged!
Jaded
“Goodness me! What a big cock!” she cooed.
“Fuck my arse off!” The woman’s so crude.
Bigger tits than his wife,
(She’s been under the knife).
All the same, he’s just not in the mood.
Alternative truth
Just a big-titted, dumb bottle-blonde,
But of whom he’d become rather fond…
Her orgasms were fake,
(Rolled up eyes, for god’s sake!)
He just sort of felt like he’d been conned.
Norks
In that dress, being splendidly norked,
Her tits jiggled and bobbed as she walked.
She thought “Baby, wrong bar!
Should’ve gone with the bra!”
But by then, she’d already been porked!
She had it coming
Served her right, more or less, she admitted,
Well-formed as she was, ample-titted,
For flirting like that,
To, in five minutes flat,
Have been face-down, arse-up, being spitted!
The human trampoline
A coquettish girl, blessedly-breasted!
“Fine bosom to bounce off!” he jested.
“That may well be so,”
She said. “Who’d ever know,
Since it’s bounciness hasn’t been tested?”
Outstanding
She was quite justifiably proud
Of the tits with which she’d been endowed;
With a cleavage like that
And nice shoes, the right hat,
Well, a woman stood out in the crowd!