When a fellow is not so well-hung,
He has still toes and fingers and tongue,
And with these and some spit,
Anywhere that they fit,
Sighs and moans from her soon will be wrung!
Tag: foreplay
Provocateur
She was feeling a little provoked…
“Well for fucksake, my panties are soaked!
We been smoochin all night…”
She cried. “No more, alright?
Git yer cock out. I wanna get poked!”
Impatience
He thought foreplay was much over-rated,
The turning her on, while he waited…
All too bloody much…
The cunt-licking and such,
While his throbbing erection deflated!
Courting customs
In most parts of the world, folks fuck starkers,
Though inuits keep on their parkas,
Those maori tattoos
Point out which woman’s whose,
And for foreplay, they dance naked hakas.
A soft touch
A slow hand, a smooth tongue, a soft touch;
Going down on her, foreplay and such;
Take your time! Not too fast!
When you fuck her at last,
She might protest a bit but not much!
A hard bargain
Her consent to a fuck was conditional;
Foreplay instructions, positional,
Time out to pee,
A quick blow job for free,
But the anal was ten bucks additional.
Making a virtue of necessity
He was rough, and a bit of a lech.
He just stripped her and fucked her, poor wretch!
Foreplay? None of the sort!
“Lucky, ain’t it,” she thought.
“Pussies self-lubricate, and they stretch!”
Darwinism at work
The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!
Gut feeling
She thought, later, the sex wasn’t great.
Not much foreplay; the bloke couldn’t wait!
Though he had a nice prick,
When they fucked, she felt sick.
A bit strange. Maybe something she ate.
An eye for the mainchance
As he cranked up the foreplay a notch,
He thought “This is one chance I won’t botch!”
He let go of one tit,
Wet his fingers with spit,
And reached down for a grab at her crotch.