kiss – Pete's Limericks

Pash

When he kissed her, the girl didn’t flinch;
Their lips locked, they went into a clinch,
He so hard, she so wet,
And you couldn’t, I bet,
Then have pulled them apart with a winch!

Paddling in the gene puddle

It began with a kiss and a cuddle.
Her feelings were all in a muddle;
The things that he said,
The wine gone to her head
Served her thoughts all the more to befuddle!

A kiss on the cheek

It began with a kiss on the cheek;
One thing led to the next, so to speak.
He was amply endowed,
(It would do a horse proud!)
She could hardly damn walk for a week!

Love-birds

On her porch, they would kiss and canoodle,
She’d fondle his kit and caboodle!
In all kinds of weathers
He’d ruffle her feathers;
She’d coo, while she played yankee-doodle!

A bushel and a peck

So, she gave him a kiss, just a peck.
It was nice, so she thought “What the heck?”
Then he got out his prick,
And she gave it a lick;
It was soon in her, up to her neck!

Misfit

Susan didn’t conform to the norm
Of the girls in her class or her dorm…
But one girl… skin so white…
In whose bed, late at night,
They would kiss and make love, to keep warm.

The watcher

He said, charmingly, “Pardon me, Miss.
Do you mind if I watch while you piss?
I don’t want to have sex …
It’s a little complex …
But perhaps, while you pee, we could kiss!”

The enchanted prince

She was proving quite hard to convince,
Thought the frog (an enchanted young prince).
If she’d kiss him, she’d know,
But she wouldn’t, although
He’d dropped all sorts of obvious hints!

Penance

She’d confessed her sins. Meekly she knelt,
To accept whate’er penance was dealt,
On the cold altar stairs,
For the priest’s mournful prayers,
Or the kiss of the cane, or his belt.