Rapt, bewitched, she became uninhibited;
Intimate parts she exhibited,
Keen to convince
Her enchanted frog-prince
To transform, but, alas, “No,” he ribbited.
Tag: intimate
A place in the sun
She lay basking, the sun on her face;
Her limbs moved with a langorous grace,
In lascivious ways,
To get more of its rays
On another, more intimate place.
Ripe for picking
She was what you’d call ripe for the picking,
A nice girl, too nice to be sticking
Things into and hurting…
But she’d done the flirting,
And intimate biting and licking.