Flushed and wide-eyed, her pulse all aflutter,
“Be still, heart!” was all she could mutter.
He said “Should I stop?”
“Oh God! No!” … Then a POP!
In it slipped, like a hot knife through butter!
Tag: limerick
The missing spark
“Is it just simple boredom?” she queries.
In love for a month, then he wearies?
Unfaithful, God knows!
Still, at least, I suppose,
Not in parallel, only in series.”
Jumbo
“God!” she said. “Though one cannot dispute
That was rather a marvellous root,
(May I have some more wine?)
Your prick’s elephantine!
One was stretched like a hindoo mahout!”
A hard man is good to find
Dress and underwear tossed in a pile,
Panting, flushed, she exclaimed with a smile.
“That was awfully good!
I came hard, as one would!
When it’s been such a bloody long while!”
Yum!
He was not like most blokes. She was puzzled.
When licking her pussy, he guzzled,
Tongue-lashed her and chewed.
Nibble! Slurp! Was she food?
“Damn”, she thought. “The man ought to be muzzled!”
Getting over it
She’d been rooted and then cast aside;
The damn fellow, she thought, had a hide!
Still, no harm done at all,
Since his cock was quite small,
If the ones she’s had since are a guide.
Cherry blossom time
Cherry popped… and, of course, she’d survived!
They both laughed a bit, joked and high-fived.
“Did you come?”
She said “Yes,
And I guess, more or less,
If I ain’t coming still, I’ve arrived!”
Le petit mort
When she came, she came over all sickly;
Her eyes rolled up… “God!” she said thickly.
“I thought I might die!
That was great! Could you try…?
Can you…? Fuck! It all happened too quickly!”
Apprehending the truth
She undressed. His cock stood to attention!
It filled her with great apprehension.
It filled her alright!
Good and hard, Good and tight,
Pretty plainly, of course, his intention!
Going down in spades
“Are you up for it darlin’?” She nods.
Four or five of ’em! Challenging odds!
Serves her right, the damn tease!
Soon she’s down on her knees,
Being cum on in dollops and wads!