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.
Tag: blonde
Sisters
She had blonde pubes, her sister’s were carroty,
Fair, freckled; funny disparity.
Both of them cute,
And they both loved a root,
But comparison caused much hilarity!
Instinct
Long, long hair, perfect tits, she was hot!
Pretty face, a great arse, the whole lot!
Sexy walk, so distinctive;
His feeling, instinctive,
Was root her her right there, on the spot!
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
Why God gave women pubic hair
He was moved, at times, deeply to ponder
Of which pubic hair he was fonder;
The bristly brunette,
Red and curly, (so wet!)
Or the wispier, silkier, blonder?
Fond hope
A young woman, of whom he was fond,
When he told her so, didn’t respond,
In like kind, as he’d hoped…
Furthermore… when he groped,
Sad to say, she was not even blonde!
Disorderly conduct
He was charged with disorderly conduct,
When he and a young buxom blonde mucked
About in the bar,
Where she took off her bra,
Then they kissed, and a bit later on, fucked.
The bottom line
The third blonde from the left would be suitable,
Maybe… in fact, indisputable:
Nice face, great figure,
(Tits could have been bigger).
On balance, though, totally rootable!