His intentions were hardly opaque,
He was after a root, no mistake,
And he wouldn’t go wrong,
But she’d string him along,
For a laugh, and for decency’s sake.
Tag: decency
G rated
It was flimsy, and small, and opaque,
Like a fig-leaf, cheap, tacky and fake,
Just a little g-string,
A tight, scratchy wee thing,
She wore, just for decency’s sake.
Decency
Her thin smock, worn for decency’s sake,
Was threadbare, much too small, and opaque;
There was so little to it,
Her tits showed right through it!
He’d squeeze them, but then she might wake.
Different strokes
Censorship is all mirrors and smoke,
Censors men wearing decency’s cloak,
Who watch porn all day long,
Call it evil and wrong,
But meanwhile, can’t resist a nice stroke.
Up-front
When a woman is called well endowed,
She has something of which to be proud,
Or two things, and as such,
She should flaunt them as much
As, by decency’s bounds, is allowed.