In her downward dog, butt naked crouch,
She presented her pink pussy-pouch,
Winking, like a third eye…
Swami thought “Oh my, my!”
Lingam, yoni joined… “Ghosh!” * she said. “Ouch!”
- This is an Indian limerick, after all!
Tag: limerick
Blue Lagoon Blues
Poor girl, shipwrecked, washed up and marooned…
Tropic island-confined, Blue Lagooned…
But without the cute guy,
She thought, heaving a sigh,
Her wet cunt a rebuke, like a wound!
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly
The boost
A good spit, so the drag was reduced,
Pushing off of the bed-head to boost
Length and strength of his thrust…
When he’d worked off his lust,
God! She knew she’d been thoroughly juiced!
Proportionality
She’d established her pussy’s liquidity
Varied with size and solidity,
Not of the jock
As a whole, just his cock,
And how hard she was humped, and rapidity.
Able bodied
The all-girl crew the captain recruited
Just worked off and on, when it suited,
But still, one and all,
Neither minded a squall,
Nor at night taking turns to be rooted.
Where she’s coming from
The poor girl, she’d been so long mistreated…
Incest and the rest, much repeated,
The rest of her life,
As a mistress and wife,
If a fuck wasn’t rough, she felt cheated!
Internal Revenue
What expenses might hookers deduct?
Washing sheets upon which they’ve been fucked?
Dildos, condoms, the lubes…
The enhancement of boobs?
Having pussy hair waxed, trimmed and plucked?
Living the dream
Barely legal, (or maybe not quite),
Nice firm tits, pussy supple and tight…
Like a fantasy screw!
She was into it too…
Though at first, true, she’d squealed in fright.
Self-betrayed
Naked, tied to the bed, her legs splayed,
She began to be rather afraid
She’d be raped now… and yet…
Her damn pussy was wet,
At which thought she was further dismayed!