In the rating of bosoms, what counts
Is not measurements, inch pound and ounce;
It’s their swell and their shape,
Overflow and escape,
Squeezability, softness and bounce!
Tag: limerick
Like-minded
He was just thinking when he should strike;
She looked drowsy. He’d put in the spike.
The room started to spin…
“So,” she said, with a grin,
“It would seem that great minds think alike!”
No such thing as bad publicity
The damn guy was a serial pest;
Even flashing his cock! (Not impressed).
It was pretty big, though…
She should give it a go…
Well, he wouldn’t say no, she’d have guessed!
The master and the mistress
He was older than her, pushing fifty,
Rich though, just a bit… sort of shifty,
And kinky and all…
Whips and chains on the wall,
Huge vibrators, as well! Kind of nifty.
Life is uncertain
Oh my God! I should never drink whisky!
It makes me so horny and frisky!
She thought, the next day,
But, be that as it may,
What a bore, were life not a bit risky!
Inquisition, the musical
“Pull that rope tighter into her crotch!
Rack her harder!” he cried. “One more notch!
Do I make myself clear?
These gentlemen here
Are paying good money to watch!
Limpid
“It’s no use!” she exclaimed, in a whimper.
“Do something! Don’t stand there and simper!
What chance of a fuck,
When the more that I suck,
Your shrimp cock just gets smaller and limper?”
The fitting room
It just fitted, delightfully tightly!
Her hymen did slow things down, slightly.
She didn’t mind much,
(Just some squealing and such).
“Good! That’s out of the way!” she said brightly.
One for the road
What on earth had got into her head?
If she’d only said “no thanks” instead!
Not had just one more drink!
Well, what else would she think,
Naked, spreadeagled, tied to his bed?
Prom night
In the cold of the night, breasts tight-budded,
Eyes brimming, goose-pimpled, She shuddered.
Her first time and all!
Up against a brick wall,
Disappointing, and sort of cold-blooded.