Almost nine out of ten women polled,
From sixteen up to sixty years old,
Say they’d like sex much more,
And come often, they swore,
If their men would just do what they’re told!
Tag: come
Easy come, easy go
The poor girl was left pale and wan;
Gave her all and, a bit later on,
Woke up, cold and alone.
She’d not have, had she known
He, the cad, would have just come and gone!
Raking the coals
He’d just come. She lay damply enfolded,
Her cunt to his cock slickly moulded,
Breasts heaving, lips bruised,
Spent, relieved, but confused;
Love’s flame gone, but the embers still smouldered.
Non-gender-specific
She’s petite, cupcake-breasted and slender,
Likes rough sex, or kinky or tender;
No fuss what goes where,
Doesn’t worry or care
Who comes how, irrespective of gender.
Third time lucky
Though she thought him, at first, rather frightful,
The fuck was, she found, quite delightful.
Although he’d come twice,
And she too, which was nice,
She urged, “Do it again! I’m not quite full!”
Comes with batteries
She imagines men, (jocks, local boys),
With huge cocks, bulging-veined, like her toys,
Forcing open her thighs,
While she whimpers and tries,
When she comes, not to make too much noise!
There is no God
“Oh god! No!” she exclaimed, feeling cheated;
So near to coming she’d teetered,
But snatched from the brink!
He’d come, started to shrink…
She cursed “Damn you! (expletive deleted.)”
Coming clean
Her cunt frothing with soap or shampoo,
Fingers flying, she comes! I am too!
Did she know I could see?
Did it it have to be me?
Did she not even give a damn who?
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
Comings and goings
She used often have men come to visit,
Who spoke of her charms as exquisite.
She made love in ways
Meant to thrill and amaze;
That they came, then, is no surprise, is it?