Fancy dress theme… he’s dressed like a pimp.
She’s in latex… suit, hood… she’s the Gimp!
Holes for mouth, arse and cunt…
Fuck top, bottom, back, front…
“You look great, love,” he says. Fucking wimp!
Tag: limerick
Crossroad
When their young, fevered bodies connect,
When his cock and her cunt intersect,
It’s like lightning has struck!
Did he ask for a fuck?
Maybe not… but she didn’t object!
Sunny side up
Fuck my mouth! she said, smiling, lips wide.
Then my hot little pussy! Slip, slide!
Do me hard, do me rough!
And if that’s not enough…
Roll me over and do my flip side!
Mindfulness and attachment
So… she’s there. The monk’s teaching the dharma…
He’s young… cute… a regular charmer!
So… give it a go?
He can only say no…
If he does, well that’s just fucking karma!
Resignation
Though in fact she was rather inclined,
And if fucked, she’d not very much mind…
As it seemed she must be…
Well, let’s just wait and see…
To which fate she was bloody resigned!
Non lei faccia una bella figura
“Calm down guys… look, you’ll get a root each,
But not here… like, on the damn beach!
My bad, right? Bad luck me!
When I hollered “Fuck me”,
It was only a figure of speech!”
Giving thanks
“When we met, it was kinda, like, fateful…
Like, fuck! Fuckin luck by the plateful!
Like, if there’s a God,”
She said. “Me and my bod,
We’re, like, fuckin internally grateful!”
Oy vey!
“Oi vey! Praise God!” she said, very solemn.
“It’s like he’s my personal golem!
He’s just a dumb ox, yup,
But knows how to schtup!
And a cock like a mighty stone column!”
Wokeness
He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!
The arranged marriage
Though her parents meant well, still she hated
Not having had boyfriends, not dated…
No flirting, no kissing,
The things she was missing…
A fucking brood mare, to be mated!