Here eyes rolled, she proceeded to faint…
He, perhaps should have shown more restraint…
But one breast was exposed,
And “Why not?” he supposed.
He’d be gone before any complaint!
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The urgency of love
She thought only of sex. So apalling!
Love, then, this in which she was falling?
Her breast ached with lust;
She would fuck him! She must!
God! How whorish! She’d missed her damn calling!
The timid maiden
Although pretty, the wench was so timid,
Despite the hot passion that simmered,
That welled in her breast…
She said naught to him, lest
She destroy any faint hope that glimmered.
Prenuptial
Though she sobbed, and her bare bosom heaved,
Swore she loved him, he wasn’t deceived,
And, at last, she confessed
That the child at her breast
Was not his, but alas, preconceived.
Sugar-mummy 1
Oh so beautiful! Yes, but how old?
Inexperienced, true, but so bold!
Still a virgin she guessed,
But his hand on her breast!
And that rigid young prick to enfold!
Au clair de la lune
He just wanted to have a quick look…
As he pulled down the sheet, his hand shook…
Moonlight shone on her breast…
He grew strangely distressed…
And he came! That was all that it took!
Forbidden fruit
Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Tacit
Their relationship wasn’t quite broken.
Most nights she still found herself woken;
Her buttocks caressed,
Or his hand on her breast,
Both request and consent left unspoken.
Insight
She sipped tea, and she nibbled her toast,
In the crossword completely engrossed.
Her silk dressing-gown gaped;
Her left breast, thus undraped,
Was decidedly nicer than most.
The long kiss goodnight
Though she said that she wasn’t that kind,
Hormones, booze and bravado combined,
(Though she did try her best),
When he fondled her breast,
To determine she didn’t much mind.