She uncrossed her legs, flashin’ the gash…
“Wanna fuck? Or you just talkin’ trash?
Yes or no, either way,
Fuck or not, I’m OK.
If you want it, it’s two hundred. Cash.”
Tag: limerick
Post hoc
She perhaps should have taken offence…
That she hadn’t still didn’t make sense…
To have called her a slut…
And then fuck her… yeah, but…
When she came it was bloody intense!
Look, it’s not that I don’t want to try it,
She said. But he seemed not to buy it…
Okay. Look, let’s fuck,
And I’ll give it a suck,
But not swallow… I’m on a damn diet!
After the plague
So… he’s doing that thing that she loves…
Makes her coo like a box full of doves…
But she says “Know what, baby?
I’d like… could you maybe
Please put on a mask and some gloves?”
Life ain’t no feather bed
Grit her teeth, she thought. Weather the test…
Handcuffs, whips, chains and leather… her breast
Will be scarred… The whip bites!
Fuck! So hard! His perverted delights
She’ll submit to, to feather her nest.
Swoon
Drunk and stoned, she fell into a swoon,
And he thought, well now, that’s opportune,
As he hitched up her dress…
Yep, I’ll fuck her, I guess…
Hard and fast, like. She might wake up soon
Gimp
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!
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!