As the cook kneaded dough for his pasta,
Being watched by her lecherous master,
Her dress became wet
With her sweet-smelling sweat,
As he urged her to knead his dough faster!
Tag: lecherous
Led astray
Half-undressed, in complete disarray,
It was plain that she’d been led astray
By some lecherous youth…
Her mum thought, though, in truth,
She’d been leading, not led, in a way.
Putting it briefly
Her seducer, the cause of her grief,
Came and went in the night like a thief…
Bloody lecherous beast!
Still, the fuck was, at least,
Fairly painless and blessedly brief.
Dirty deeds
There was no need, poor girl, to embellish.
The truth was sufficiently hellish!
Deeds ever so vile!
His lascivious smile,
And his lecherous, treacherous relish!
Interface
Yes, she’d felt a distinct, mild foreboding;
The flowers … some sort of encoding,
A message of sorts,
About lecherous thoughts,
Of his cock in her pussy, uploading!
Loitering with intent
On a street corner, downtown, he loitered;
His lecherous eye reconnoitred
The passing parade
For a girl who, once laid,
Could be later more broadly exploited.
Lucretia
So voluptuous, carnal, but vicious,
Her kisses were hot and delicious,
Seductive and lecherous,
Sultry but treacherous,
Pussy-lips slick and lubricious!
Niche market
From the gentry, the titled and landed,
By stages, she’d lowered her standard;
She now spread her limbs,
At the lecherous whims
Of low types, to whose vile tastes she pandered.