Silly bitch, but you gotta damn laugh…
Wearin’ nothin except a silk scarf,
Round her waist, up her crack,
Knotted tight front and back,
Like to split her cute pussy in half!
Tag: limerick
Boundaries
Late one night, in an excess of lust
He took liberties, misused her trust…
Squeezed her breasts… She took fright…
Well, the nerve of him! Quite!
Not outraged so much… more just nonplussed.
Pert
Little hussy, he thought, saucy, pert…
In her tight shirt and little short skirt,
And no panties, I bet,
Her damn pussy all wet
He should fuck her right there on the dirt!
Heat and lust
In the sweltering Indian heat,
In his bungalow room where they’d meet,
They made mad, torrid love,
The fan whirling above,
Their sweat soaking the thin cotton sheet.
Be careful what you wish for
The orgasm to which she’d aspired
Did come, but she almost expired…
The bondage extreme…
Whipped and fucked, made to scream…
All with rather more force than required!
His thoughts straying
Marriage stagnant, his wife cold and bitter,
But sex is a curious critter…
She’d die if she knew
All the vile things he’d do,
If he could, to their kids’ hot teen sitter.
Smallville
A hick town… not much tail to chase…
Mostly spoke for… which, bein’ the case,
Even if people knew,
If a fella should screw
His kid sister, it weren’t no disgrace.
Easy to please
She’s a slut alright, no damn dispute,
She ain’t never said no to a root…
Blowjob, threesome… or more…
You can fuck the sweet whore,
Up her pussy … and arsehole to boot!
Between the lines
Though the sentiments written were tender,
She firmly wrote “Return to sender”…
His words of love moot,
She was sure a root
Was most certainly on his agenda.
Glum
She walked home, sad and sorry and glum,
Disappointed at being so dumb,
Clots of cum in her cunt,
And all over her front,
Not to mention her mouth and her bum.