The poor boy got himself in a dither;
Her look said distinctly “Come hither!”
He stifled a groan;
Her legs straddled his own,
As he felt his erecting cock slither.
Tag: erection
Wide eyes and wide thighs
‘Twas a thing to astound and bewilder!
The way that it grew! How it filled her!
Still half yet to go!
Quite impossible … though…
She’d damn get it all in, if it killed her!
Momentum
A man’s cock has a happy propensity,
Quickly, to increase in density,
Length, girth and weight,
To more readily mate,
With enhanced impact, depth and intensity.
Something in the air
He drew near her, catching a whiff
Of her muskiness, wondering if
She, as randy as he,
Wanted him, and if she
Had yet noticed his cock getting stiff.
The pout
He was so hard, he thought he might burst.
She said “Come on, big boy, do your worst!”
What a charming effect;
Her big nipples erect,
And her labia puckered and pursed!
The bridal waltz
The bride whispered of pleasures in store;
An erection he couldn’t ignore
Strained his pants at the seams,
Though, except in their dreams,
Neither party had done it before!
New tricks
Ruth cried “George!” with a tear in her eye,
“It’s so big!” Then, more husky and sly,
“Though I’m old, I’m still game;
I’ll bend over my frame.
Hitch my dress up and give it a try!”
Unmasked
The erection he struggled to mask,
(An increasingly difficult task),
As they danced cheek to cheek
She, at last, gave a tweak,
And said “Frankly, you only need ask!”
Rush of blood
The swirl of the dance
She was lost in the swirl of the dance,
In a rhythmical, romantic trance,
But the man, you could tell,
Wasn’t under the spell,
He just yearned to get into her pants.