To Letitia Smith-Jones, with a hyphen,
His cock looked a lot like a python…
He got in the tip,
Then her cunt got a grip,
And it sucked in the rest like a siphon!
Tag: limerick
13
Her cunt shiny and wet and lubricious,
The taste of it tangy, delicious…
But thirteen! Like, thirteen!
Though… she’s plenty damn keen…
This ain’t no time to be superstitious!
Necromantic
Merlin stood by the edge of the pond.
A young damsel of whom he was fond,
Paddled, holding her shoes…
His to have, should he choose,
With a wave of his seven inch wand.
Motive
Motivation malign and opaque,
He’s determined to fuck her , the snake,
Just to show her he can,
Just to be a big man…
For fucksake can’t he give her a break?
Impressionable
Still a virgin, until or unless
Some or other young man might impress
Her with flattery, lies…
Or a cock of great size…
More the latter, she’d blithely confess!
The game
Afterwards she was slightly ashamed…
Yes she’d fucked him… but should she be blamed?
Then he’d called her a slut…
Which she kind of was, but…
She still felt like she’d somehow been gamed.
The truth
Having sex she in fact quite enjoys…
Just she’s rather fed up, though, with boys…
Rough, demanding, uncouth…
All, to tell the damn truth…
And their farting and belching and noise.
Torrid
Cock down throat, his balls banging her forehead,
Complexion decidedly florid,
Cum out of her nose,
Can’t move much but her toes…
As fucks go, she thought, yeah, fucking torrid!
It’s complicated
Leather, handcuffs, the whips and the chains…
It’s all wonderful fun, she explains,
The surrender, the bliss
Of the whip’s biting kiss…
And the way that she cums, for her pains!
Reality check
Tits out, flat on her back, her thighs splayed,
Guess I’m gonna get fucked I’m afraid,
She thought, sizing things up…
That’s a big cock there, yup…
So she just closed eyes then and prayed.