Like a nymph, naked… nary a wisp,
In the first light of dawn, cool and crisp,
Puckered nipples, breath mist,
Through lips meant to be kissed…
She sighed “Fuck me pleathe, thir,” with a lisp.
Tag: limerick
Rich
Being rich, he said, life’s pretty sweet…
Like, fuck any damn chick that you meet!
Drive around in nice cars,
Get to hang out with stars…
It’s like… eat, drink, snort, fuck, sleep… repeat!
Jack Horner
“Bloody Little Jack Horner… the scum!”
She cried. “Groping my tits, n my bum!
Fuckin good boy! My eye!
I ain’t no Christmas pie…
And what went up my cunt weren’t his thumb!
Lips
Yes, he said to his mate, with a nod,
Those big pussy lips look rather odd…
Her cunt looks like it’s snarling!
(To her) Spread ’em darling…
I’m still gonna fuck it, by god!
Pony girls
Pony girls, in their bridles and bits,
Pierced nipples, and bells on their tits,
Butt-plug tails, long manes,
Masters tugging the reins,
The whip cracking, and welts where it hits!
The science is in
The research on the sexual act
Is a study that’s far from exact:
For the male, the goal’s
Get his prick in her hole(s)…
Her cunt, mostly. That much is a fact.
Sunday nights
She preferred just plain fucking, no frills.
No damn bondage, no role plays, no pills.
Anal sex left her cold…
Maybe just getting old…
Sunday nights were a contest of wills!
Al fresco
“Let’s go fuck in the park… open air!”
His girl said with a grin. “I don’t care
If we’re caught in the act…
As a matter of fact,
That’s more fun! More up-yours! Double-dare!
The seat of power
With good roots being, shall we say, sparse,
She mused, though one’s, of course, upper class,
One makes do, as one must,
To one’s utmost disgust,
Being fucked up one’s virginal arse.
In the now
Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.