All these guys! They’re a damn job to wrangle…
The most cocks, in deep… the best angle.
A thicket of cocks!
One guy’s wearing his socks!
Arms and legs, hers and theirs in a tangle!
Tag: cocks
The rough and tumble
When she drank, she’d get loud, start to stumble,
Her prissy veneer would crumble;
She’d tell filthy jokes
And start flirting with blokes,
Grab their cocks, and say “Fancy a tumble?”
A nose for trouble
As the previous night came back, hazily,
God! She’d behaved a bit crazily!
All those big cocks,
In her mouth, in her box,
Even, possibly, too, (sniffle), nasally!
Fox and hounds
The hunt cancelled; too wet to be riding,
His lordship, besotted, presiding,
Called “Wench! You be the fox!
Tally ho! Out with cocks!
Her poor pussy, once caught, took a hiding!
Heat
In the tropics, girls’ pussies are humid,
Men’s cocks dangle heavy and tumid;
Folks fuck day and night,
(Perhaps not, if they’re white),
At least so it’s reliably rumoured!
Stocks and shares
An adultress or whore, in the stocks,
Shamed and spat on by priests and their flocks,
Beaten, pelted with dung,
Would, if comely and young,
Be screwed also by sundry strange cocks!
But it can’t take out the garbage
Many women now place their reliance
On plastics, IT, modern science;
They get off their rocks
Not with actual cocks,
But some over-sized buzzing appliance!
Less meat
Other girls fancy handsome, dumb jocks,
Or else rock stars, pants hugging their cocks;
But a sensitive guy,
A bit thin, a bit shy,
Who likes cooking, is what ticks her box!