The poor guy, his life must have been hell…
Fallen under the young witch’s spell…
His cock always erect,
Ridden hard, I expect…
Maybe not so bad, though, truth to tell!
Tag: erect
Malice aforethought
A tit perv? Just a casual gawker?
Perhaps just an innocent walker.
She does, though, suspect
That his cock was erect.
He might well be a rapist, a stalker!
The large codpiece
She asked, cheekily, feeling good-humoured,
If, down there, he was, as was rumoured,
As big as a horse!
He replied, “Well, of course!
Even bigger, perhaps, when one’s tumid!”
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!
WTF?
He posed, naked, erect, and he flexed;
She reclined there, nude too, but perplexed,
Wishing, willing that he’d
Come to bed and proceed
With whatever he planned to do next!
Report card
On a white card she wrote: “Could do better.
Instructions obeyed to the letter.
Work neat and correct.
Penis nicely erect.
Could have waited until I’d got wetter.”
Pecking order
His cock looked like a fat ugly snake,
And erect made girls quiver and quake;
It became a contest
To see which girl’s cunt best
Could accommodate him and not break.