He smells pussy, a rich, musky whiff,
And he follows his nose, sniff, sniff, sniff…
Bingo! There at the bar,
Short dress, heels, no bra…
He slides up to her, charming, cock stiff.
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Cinderella
As she waltzed with the handsome Prince Charming,
Embraced… the effect far from calming…
His codpiece swelled tight…
Cinderella took fright…
His strange hardness distinctly alarming!
The spirit is willing
The flesh weakens, sometime after forty:
Your penis grows wrinkled and warty.
Erections are fewer,
Their timing unsure,
Your thoughts, nonetheless, are still naughty!
Pearl jam
There’s a beautiful sad evanescence,
A poignant pique in tumescence:
One moment of rapture
We cannot recapture,
Then nought but a sticky excrescence.
The age-old question
“May I make, love, a risque suggestion?
Would fucking be out of the question?
God knows it’s not much,
But it’s years since I’d such
A remarkable state of congestion!”
Hitchcock
From the stable-yard’s deepening gloom
Lady Sarah, with cheeks all abloom,
Came with clothing skewiff,
Whilst with organ still stiff,
In the shadows lurked Hitchcock, the groom!
What next?
“I do hold you, love, in my affections,”
She said. “You get lovely erections…
But what do you do?
You have not a damn clue!
Must I write you some bloody directions?”
Fit for purpose
“Oh for fucksake!” she yelled, a bit stroppy,
Mid-gang bang, her arse and cunt sloppy,
“It ain’t gonna fit!
Just jerk off on my tit…
Your damn cock’s fuckin half fuckin floppy!”
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.
Softly, softly
Mistress Sophie was naked…a waft
Of her pussy… He sniffed … And he coughed…
“Ahem… Dinner is served.”
She blushed slightly. He perved…
His old cock stirring… yes… far from soft!