On the grass, in the sun in a glade,
She lay naked, her pussy lips splayed.
If this sight caught the eye
Of a man passing by…
He might do that for which she had prayed.
Tag: limerick
Fie nay, prithee John
Twas a sin! God would never excuse…
Father John, whom it used to amuse
To use Sunday school girls…
Young, all giggles and curls…
With their skirts up, bent over the pews.
Slow
She had splendid breasts, full and low slung,
To which garments uncertainly clung,
Clothes discarded now though,
She approached, toe to toe…
A slow dance, her ass swayed, her tits swung.
Youth
Ahh, first love! Inexhaustible, young…
For sixteen, he’s impressively hung!
He seems never to soften…
They fuck long and often…
Cunt tight as a bear trap just sprung!
Crotches v crutches
He’s a dirty old man, and he touches
Girls’ tits and he gropes too and clutches
Their pussies and arses…
Thank god he needs glasses
And hobbles around on them crutches!
The fit
Quite the lad, he’d had lots if affairs,
But this girl… she like answered his prayers…
He said “This might be love…
Her cunt fits like a glove…
Find some gloves fit like this… buy two pairs!”
When push comes to shove
They’ve been kissing and such…all good fun…
Now the serious stuff has begun…
Naked, pussy wet, keen…
Parted thighs, cock between…
Then the push… and it can’t be undone!
Redeeming virtues
Though her husband drinks, gambles, fucks whores,
She still loves him, in spite of of his flaws…
He’s a nice guy… he’s rich…
A big house, a yacht, which
Isn’t why… it’s just like… just because.
To be had for a song
She wore just a soft silky sarong…
Underneath it a minuscule thong…
In the mood for romance…
If she got half a chance
To get naked, it wouldn’t take long.
Just sex
It’s just sex, after all’s said and done…
It won’t hurt… it might even be fun…
She’d just fancied a drink,
But was starting to think
She’d say yes… a fuck’s better than none.