Much as though it’s a nice itch to scratch,
Making love on a beach , there’s a catch…
There’s the risk and the fun,
The cool water, the sun…
And the sand and the shells up your snatch!
Tag: limerick
Quaint
So, American English is quaint…
Like for instance, this word they have, “taint”:
For that bit in between,
Not ass, cunt, not quite clean,
Though of course the distinction is faint.
Beaver
Pa said “Shoot! Damn bitch flirtin n teasin…
n wigglin her ass, stands to reason
She fancies some rootin…
Fergit about shootin,
Son, pussy’s in season!”
Frisson
Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming,
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion,
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much as alarming!
In her cups
He grew bolder, the more that he drank…
Squeezed her tits, gave her bottom a spank…
She’d been drinking as well,
And just giggled… oh hell,
No harm done, all in fun, just a prank.
Life’s a lottery
Why not kiss him? she thought, with a shrug…
Maybe give him a suck, or a tug…
Worst case, what? A quick fuck…
Or perhaps, by bad luck,
Her nude corpse, rotting, wrapped in a rug/
Time and tide
He felt guilty… or some such emotion,
For fucking her… curious notion,
He thought… She’s a slut…
Well… he fucked her, yeah, but…
One more squirt’s just a spit in the ocean!
Sex and the soul
Her mad love spiralled out of control…
Anytime… Anywhere.. Any hole!
Brother, sister… who cared?
It was love, and they dared…
Though it cost her her life, or her soul!
Deep cover
“Bond, James Bond, ” he said (although she’d known),
His cock deep down her throat… a hoarse moan…
“And you’re…?”
“Tanya,” she said.
“Fuck!” he thought… “She’s a Red…”
Both his cock and his cover well blown!
Softly, softly
Mistress Sophie was naked…a waft
Of her pussy… He sniffed … And he coughed…
“Ahem… Dinner is served.”
She blushed slightly. He perved…
His old cock stirring… yes… far from soft!