Softie

He had such a small dick, the poor fellow,
And stubbornly soft as marshmallow…
Her pussy was wet
As a pussy could get…
And, thank goodness for him, only shallow

Let down

Fair enough to have been a bit stroppy,
She thought, with her cunt wet and sloppy…
She’s ready to go,
And then, wouldn’t you know,
His damn cock’s gone and gotten damn floppy!

Pulling noodles

He stood stricken, face like a sick poodle.
She tugged, rubbed and sucked on his doodle…
Poor girl, though she tried,
She gave up, and just cried…
While it dangled there, like a wet noodle.

Inert

His cock dangled there, stubbornly, limply.
Poor girl, perky-titted and dimply…
She’d done her damn best…
Sucked and rubbed, all the rest…
“Useless prick!” she sighed, putting it simply.

Maestro

Her breasts lolled underneath the white satin…
His cock, though, refused still to fatten…
So what? He still fucked her,
That sly old conductor,
With swoops, twirls and thrusts of his baton!

Cold water

“Oh my god!” she screamed. “What are you thinking?
Damn pervert! You must have been drinking!
Fuck you? Not a chance!
Put it back in your pants!”
And he sighed, his cock rapidly shrinking.