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.
Tag: kiss
Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!
Private dancer
As she pirouettes round them the men all hope
Maybe they’ll get a kiss, then a grope.
“God, please,” he begs,
“Let me part those long legs,
And be up in there, pushing her envelope!”
Forbidden fruit
Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Petty crime
Who’d have thought that she’d hold such a grudge?
A quick kiss, just a small lipstick smudge,
A light pat on her bum,
(Well, okay, that was dumb,)
And I did give her left tit a nudge.
Je ne sais quoi
She exuded a je ne sais quoi;
She invited him to her boudoir.
She undid her chemise
Bared her breast to his squeeze
While she gave him a wet kiss, mmmwah!
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
Liaison
It was secret, a young lover’s tryst;
They excitedly, furtively kissed.
He hissed, “God, I adore you!
I long to explore you!”
“Then do,” she sighed, “if you insist!
Disorderly conduct
He was charged with disorderly conduct,
When he and a young buxom blonde mucked
About in the bar,
Where she took off her bra,
Then they kissed, and a bit later on, fucked.
Naive
When he kissed her, she didn’t object:
Being innocent, didn’t suspect
That he’d want to do more,
On the couch, and the floor,
Or its rather delightful effect!