When he’d squeezed her left boob, and they’d kissed,
She said “Alright then, if you insist.”
Never mind if he ought,
Now or never, he thought…
Opportunity not to be missed!
Tag: limerick
Herd mentality
He was just a bloke, one of the herd…
He liked sex, if and when it occurred…
Sometimes win, often fail…
No big alpha-male,
Which, though, he’d have rather preferred.
Fresh meat
Young and pretty, nice tasty fresh meat.
Where her panties and stocking mesh meet,
A still-recent tattoo…
Doesn’t know what to do…
Which is what makes her tender flesh sweet!
A tight spot
Seemed he’d got himself in a tight spot…
If she told … though he hoped she might not…
She’d seemed willing, he thought…
Even if he were caught…
Her damn pussy was fucking white-hot!
Nuance
His proposal, though vague, indirect…
Was indecent, she did quite suspect…
Not, of course, it much mattered…
In fact she was flattered…
It had the desired effect!
Caution to the wind
She was well-educated, well-rounded,
But nonetheless frankly astounded…
A prick of such size!
Would to fuck it be wise?
(Though perhaps much more fun than it sounded.)
Hoedown
At the hoedown, the drinkin’ an’ hootin’,
An’ stompin’, an’ maybe some shootin’
Got crazy, alright,
Kissin’ gals, the odd fight…
Rootin-tootin! Well, mostly just rootin’.
Making allowance
Lady Gwendoline plucked at her lute,
“Well,” she thought. “The man may be a brute,
And an ill-mannered swine…”
She sighed, sipping her wine…
“But by God! What a fabulous root!”
Nefarious
He’s been planning for ages, it seems…
Lots of dirty, nefarious schemes
To get into her pants,
Which the fool called romance…
“Fuck you, buster!” she says. “In your dreams!”
His lucky day
For a MILF, she was sort of reserved…
Not too desperate. Damn well preserved!
And she gave him a screw,
And a damn good one too!
Which was more than he bloody deserved!