Though the tone of his voice was abrasive,
In fact, he was rather persuasive…
She might not quite fuck him,
Maybe… but she’d suck him…
Meantime she’d keep being evasive.
Tag: limerick
The heat
Long hair plaited and twisted and coiled,
Taut body svelte, glistening, oiled,
Breasts rising and falling,
Young nymph, siren-calling,
She basks in the sunshine, half broiled.
Appreciative
He said “Miss, you’re so lovely, behind…
Better still, I’m delighted to find,
Now, when seen from in front…
Such pert tits, your sweet cunt…
May I touch it, perhaps? Would you mind?”
The lash
She hung helpless, awaiting the hiss
Of his whip, and the sting of its kiss…
Welts and scars never shown
Guilty shame never known…
Her sublime, secret sexual bliss!
Curiosity piqued
God, she thought. The damn chap has a cheek!
Creeping, looking through keyholes, the sneak.
Never mind. What the hell?
She’s quite chuffed, truth to tell…
If he wants to peek, let the man peek!
The thirst
His wild thirst for sex left still unquenched,
Her poor pussy bedraggled, cum-drenched,
He kept fucking… wham-bam!
Didn’t give a goddam
In whose cunt he was deeply entrenched
Evening prayer
Flinching under his lecherous gaze,
She imagines the horrible ways
He might use her tonight…
Oh God! Not in my tight
Virgin arsehole,” she fervently prays!
Proportionality
So… like, black guys have huge fuckin’ cocks…
When they stick it in some poor girl’s box,
Like, it must do her harm…
It’s as big as her arm!
Black chicks must have, like, cunts like old socks!
Loose woman
“Yep, I’ll fuck her. Why not?” he decides,
Drops his jeans, saddles up, in he glides,
And it’s kind of alright,
Only not… just not tight…
His damn cock doesn’t touch the damn sides!
Power play
His demand wasn’t, like, sugar-coated…
“Lie down and get fuckin’ deep-throated!”
“No need to be rough,”
She sobbed. He, loud and gruff,
Said “Fuck you, bitch. You’re fuckin’ outvoted!”