A young lawyer, we’ll call Bernadette,
In a lather of sexual sweat,
Took the matter in hand,
(Viz: the masculine gland),
With intention to aid and abet!
Tag: consent
Stitched up
Charged with rape, a young man was acquitted,
When blithely the plaintiff admitted,
(Insensitive bitch),
That, not dropping a stitch,
Throughout all, she had silently knitted!
With a pop
I was so drunk, one night, that I missed.
“That’s the wrong hole!” she breathlessly hissed.
I pulled out with a pop,
But she said “God, don’t stop!”
I said “OK, then, since you insist!”
The match-girl
In the slush and the wind-driven snow,
With the temperature fourteen below,
Knelt the match-girl, so numb,
That the prick in her bum,
She felt no more than if she’d said no.
Stabbed in the arras
His intention to forcibly rape,
He hid naked, behind a thick drape,
But his organ protruded,
“A man!” she concluded,
And backed up, her buttocks agape!
To the point
She cried “Oh! It’s so big! I just love it!
Wherever you want you can shove it!
Let’s start with my cunt,
From the back and the front,
Then I’ll skewer myself, from above it!”
The unbearable wetness
Cooed a forthright young girl, called Lorette
To a chap whom she’d only just met,
“We’ve not been introduced,
But if I were seduced,
You would find me receptively wet!
Ne’er do well
When I kissed her, she muttered and fussed,
And she claimed I’d been false to her trust,
But she said, between sighs,
As I parted her thighs,
“Do it well, then, if do it you must!”
Elliptical
Cooed a coy mademoiselle, called Babette,
“I’m eternally, sir, in your debt:
You’ve respected my shyness,
And tightness and dryness,
And not pressed your point… well not yet!”
Etchings
Said a young man, intent upon lechery,
“Come up and look at my etchery.”
Not much impressed,
The young lady addressed
Said “Tomorrow perhaps, but not yet cheri!”