Skin like porcelain, flawless and creamy,
Big eyes like blue lakes, still and dreamy,
Tits like almond jelly,
Flat, firm washboard belly,
And cunt lips like salmon sashimi.
Tag: limerick
Not just a pretty face
When he’d fucked her a while, in a lull,
He said “Bitch, pussy fuckin’s plain dull,
Like, just git on yer back,
Rim me good, suck my sack…
Open wide… gonna fuck yer damn skull!
Lubricity
So she twerked, shook her booty and teased…
Told him do her however he pleased,
“Go ahead. Bust a nut!
Throat or pussy or butt,
I’m wet as… and my asshole’s pregreased!”
Exclusivity
How on earth could a girl that good looking
Be possibly on the street, hooking?
He asked her how much…
Oral, anal and such…
“Lots!” she said. “And you must make a booking!”
Reservations
After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”
Corporal punishment
He don’t practise, alas, what he preaches,
Abuses the young girls he teaches…
He lifts up their skirts
Spanks their bums till it hurts,
Fingers brushing their pussies… like peaches!
Skirting the edge
Lips the young men are yearning to taste,
Body meant to be hotly embraced…
And she does lead them on…
Flirty, teasing, then gone…
Never caught, although frequently chaste!
Kissin’ cousins
Always cute, but my goodness, she’d grown!
His young cousin… if only he’d known!
So he stared at her boobs,
Said “Yeah, so, anal lubes…”
Just a tad, maybe, close to the bone!
Get a grip!
Bosom bouncing, she rode his right fist…
She yelled “More!” He said “If you insist!”
And he punched in and out,
Till she came with a shout,
Her cunt clamped like a vise, and she pissed!