She said “Look, yeah, my cunt’s a bit roomy…
But fuck! I still want you to screw me!
Let’s have one more drink,
And I bet you can think
Of all kinds of sick shit to do to me!”
Tag: limerick
Finger lickin”
Mum with kids, unenhanced, no spring chicken,
But breasts and thighs still finger-lickin’…
She sucked good as most,
And she loved a spit-roast…
Just the thought of it made her cunt slicken!
What’s not to love?
Quite promiscuous, easily bored,
Oversexed, psychiatrically flawed,
She told off-colour jokes,
Blithely rooted strange blokes,
But was much loved still, even adored!
Impulse buying
Chilly-nippled, hair dripping, bedraggled,
She flaunted her bosom and haggled…
A fuck would be nice…
She was well worth the price
Of the pert little tail she waggled.
Open wide!
And the dentist said “Now, open wide!”
The chair tilted, the gas was applied,
And he slipped in his prick…
What a dirty damn trick!
Had she known, the poor girl, she’d have died!
Risky, frisky
Naked, scared, she said “What if we’re caught?”
“But we won’t!” came his ready retort.
“Let’s just have a good screw…
What the fuck if we do!”
(Which they might, too, but perish the thought!)
Slip, slop, slap
If she loved him, he said, which she did.
She’d not act like a scared little kid,
Let him have his damn way…
So she whispered OK…
Opened up… and slip, slap, in it slid!
Perceptiveness
“Bless me, Father,” she whispered, confessing…
“For lewd thoughts I’ve had while undressing…
I’ve touched myself too,
And I’ve been touched by you…
And might be touched some more, too, I’m guessing.”
Because they’re there
“What did God give you such a nice pair for?”
He said. “You’ve got great tits, and therefore
They’re meant to be sucked,
Squashed together and fucked…
What the fuck do you think that they’re there for?”
On a hiding to nothing
The poor man was so uptight and so meek,
Yet compelled, like a jerk, still, to sneak,
Snatching glimpses of breasts…
His pathetic requests…
“They’re so nice! Can I give them a tweak?”