She protested he didn’t damn own her,
If other men wanted to phone her!
He had to agree,
But the thing was, you see,
He just wanted her body, to bone her!
Tag: bone
Improvisation
In a pinch, when she’s horny, she’ll root
The dog’s bone, a doll’s leg, bits of fruit,
A wine bottle, shampoo,
Heel of boot, toe of shoe;
Once an oboe! Or was it a flute?
Feeling it in her bones
Although virginal, tight, tense and narrow,
His cock, long, hard, straight as an arrow,
Plunged in to the bone!
Though she let out a moan,
She was secretly thrilled to the marrow!