She enjoyed a nice fuck, she conceded…
In fact, it was just what she’d needed,
Although she, no doubt,
Could have well done without
The man’s simpering thanks it preceded!
Tag: limerick
Survival mode
Poor girl, shipwrecked… survived, but now stranded,
Alone on this beach where she’s landed.
There’s water, there’s food…
What about getting screwed?
Would a stick get her off like a man did?
Nether world
Seedy strip joint, loud music and strobes…
On the stage a bored showgirl disrobes,
Humps the pussy-slick pole,
Kneels, fingers her hole,
Bends and shakes her improbable globes.
Chimera
Lion-maned, breasts half-orbs, hemispherical,
Tail and claws… she’s chimerical!
Gargoyle or Sphinx…
Splendid tits though, he thinks…
Body-mod gone berserk… damn hysterical
Finders keepers
When he found her, he thought “Jeepers creepers!
Stark naked, passed out… finders keepers!
Astonishing luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
Thinking “Thanks God, for booze and sound sleepers!”
Too good to be true
Splendid breasts… perfect twin fleshy spheres…
Too perfect perhaps, it appears…
No sway and no bounce…
Usability counts!
Look, don’t touch, he unhappily fears.
Swift justice
“Fuckin creep! What’s he bloody deserve?
Fuckin squeezin me tits… what a nerve!”
She thinks. “Callin us sluts…”
Kicks him fair in the nuts.
“Fuckin horrible fuckin old perv!”
In retrospect
She’d enjoyed it, in fact, she conceded…
Her protests had gone all unheeded.
She’d thought, though, okay,
Let him have his damn way,
And get on with his fuck unimpeded.
Life’s little pleasures
He daydreamed of pleasures bucolic,
A naked Arcadian frolic,
Girls ripe to be screwed,
Music, laughter, good food,
Wine and ale, all things alcoholic.
Feisty
Feisty girl… pretty, plenty of sauce.
And he wanted to fuck her, of course.
If she played hard to get,
As she might, well, no sweat…
He’d resort to a little brute force.