For the most part, your small village vicars
Are mainly just kissers and lickers…
They don’t stick it in,
Since it’s more of a sin…
Some are happy just sniffing girls’ knickers.
Tag: knickers
Frilly knickers
Frilly knickers, scrunched up, at his feet.
What’s the story? Love? Lust? Bitter? Sweet?
Of virginity lost?
Or just carelessly tossed,
Stained and soggy, leaf-strewn, on the street?
Life’s a bitch
After five or six beers, she’s groggy…
And randy! Her knickers are soggy!
Next thing she knows, she’s
On her hands and her knees,
Being rooted by somebody, doggy!
Accosted
Sidling up to him, tiddly, well-liquored,
She purred, “Wanna do somethin’ wicked?”
Her tits brushed his arm,
As he blushed in alarm.
The damn slut, known by all as loose-knickered!
Smelling a rat
She sobbed “Father, I’d much have preferred
Had you just simply taken my word
That I don’t touch hard liquors…
And sniffing my knickers!
Disgusting! And bloody absurd!
By-blow
The poor maid in whose knickers he’d ferreted,
Fate, sadly, worse than she merited,
Willing or not,
Was dismissed on the spot,
And the scion concerned disinherited.
Taking the hint
Her lace knickers, so flimsy and scanty,
Not panties quite, more just a panty,
And all that she wore!
He must fuck her, he swore!
(Which, of course, she would not have been anti!)
Natural goodness
A nice natural girl, nothing plastic,
And good in bed too, quite gymnastic!
Plain knickers and singlet,
The odd curly ringlet
Escaping beneath the elastic.
Mateship
Bloody men, standing round by the keg!
Don’t they want to throw over the leg?
What’s a girl got to do
In this place for a screw,
Get her knickers off, bend down and beg?
Inside the mind of a MILF
Though to fuck him, of course, would be folly,
She thought it might be rather jolly.
So handsome, so young,
So impressively hung!
And his hand down her knickers, by golly!