It’s not much in the way of apology…
Claiming it’s only biology…
Man needs to mate…
But why couldn’t he wait?
It was rape… Fuck his fucking psychology!
Tag: limerick
Machine
He’s come three times… no, four… it’s all blurred!
God! The man’s a machine! It’s absurd!
The first time was damn nice,
And she didn’t mind twice…
Even three times she would have preferred!
Time out
She said “Steady up, fellas! like… gosh!
All those cocks… it’s a bit of a squash!
I can’t swallow much more…
And my arseholes damn sore…
And my poor little pussy’s awash!
Balance of power
His hard cock, hammered in like a rivet,
On which she must balance and pivot…
Hung up like a ham,
She can’t hump worth a damn,
Though she normally fucks like a civet!
Milk and honey
Her big tits he’d loved so much when dating,
And married, when joyfully mating,
He felt less inclined,
(Though she didn’t much mind)
To manhandle, now she was lactating.
Butterfly
She wore nought but a pink feather boa…
She strutted the stage, shimmied lower…
Her pussy lips gaped…
Purple, butterfly-shaped…
He reached out… but she grinned and said “Whoa!”
Pink Lady
“Scarlet woman?” she said, with a wink.
“Something rather less lurid, I think…
An adulteress, slut,
Fond of fucking, yes, but…
Being rich, and a lady, just pink!”
Get thee to a nunnery
After dark, off with habit and wimple!
The Sisters, each wrinkle and dimple
Exposed… pink of nipple,
Soft buttocks a-ripple,
Cavort, lost in lust, plain and simple!
Aftermath
“Want a root?” he said. “Gosh!” she said. “Prob’ly…”
His cock was so big… thick and nobbly!
She gave it a go…
Got it all in… although
She felt, afterwards, hollow and wobbly!
The Spanish Imposition
Though he said “I don’t want to impose…”
He intended to do so, God knows!
He’d quite like, if he might,
To perhaps stay the night…
At the prospect of which her blood froze!