She’d agreed but, in fact, could she cope
With the vibrating toys and the rope,
And the lack of control
Even over which hole…?
What to do, but keep coming and hope?
Tag: hole
Hole-in-one
The best thing about having this hole in one,
Simply, is sex, on the whole, is fun!
Lovely to know
One’s golf partner or pro
Can with ease, after drinks, sink a hole-in-one!
The object of desire
A true gentleman rightly defers
To the lady, asks which she prefers…
The verb “fuck”, furthermore,
Needs an object, before
One can know to which hole it refers.
Backstage Blues
She sang blues in a voice sad and soulful;
Her faint smile was crooked and doleful.
Drunk, still feeling low,
Backstage, after the show,
The piano-man gave her a holeful.
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.
Real trouper
It almost dislocated her jaw,
Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw.
There was one hole to go!
Though she could have said no,
She winked lewdly and came on hard-core.
Crowd -pleaser
“Had a big night! Pics later,” she posted.
“Got drunk, got hooked up, got spit-roasted!
A third guy to baste.
Not a hole gone to waste!
They all said I was great, too,” she boasted.
Egyptian girls
The Egyptian girl, made up with kohl,
Silken veiled, voluptuous doll,
Goes without underwear,
And she shaves off the hair,
To discreetly display the right hole!
Square peg, round hole
There he was, within sight of his goal!
She denied him still! Must he cajole?
Must he weep? Must he beg,
To insert his square peg
In her ever-so-tempting round hole?