“God! Those cute little whores, down in Delhi!”
The colonel said. “Titties like jelly!
Like beautiful dolls!
Stick your cock in their holes,
You can feel the rice in their belly!”
Tag: limerick
Worked over
First a head job (well, throat fuck), then, finally,
Over an armchair, vaginally.
All fair enough…
But then once again, rough,
Up the arse, which annoyed her, though minorly.
Taxonomy
Cunts and cats are both hairy. Okay.
So a cunt’s called a pussy. Oi vey!
If a pussy’s shaved, why
Would the name still apply?
Why not dumpling, or ham sandwich, say?
Feudal society
As the princess rode out from the castle,
Her eye fell on one handsome vassal,
Bare-backed in the sun…
She thought “That might be fun!
Then again, though, just not worth the hassle!”
Melting butter
Though one wouldn’t imagine that butter
Would melt in her mouth, still the utter
Damn cheek of the chap!
Though she gave him a slap,
Being touched up did set her aflutter!
Bold as brass
Giggling, brazen, she’d shamelessly flirted,
But then became quite disconcerted;
His cock, in her hand,
Seemed to throb and expand,
And great gobs of stuff suddenly squirted!
Hulk
She’d gone into a bit of a sulk.
It was not just its gob-smacking bulk
That had left her subdued;
It was like being screwed
By the goddamn Incredible Hulk!
The party circuit
Statuesque, and attractively shaped,
Satin ball-gown seductively draped,
She sipped champagne and schmoozed,
Keeping rich men amused,
Later on, to be, more or less, raped.
The goose and the gander
He was not so much pissing as hosing,
His organ distinctly imposing!
She shouldn’t have looked.
God! Her goose would be cooked,
When he fucked her with that! (Just supposing.)
Persuasion
Captain Armstrong was terribly dashing,
His uniform looked simply smashing,
Thought Claire, at the dance,
As she hoped that his glance
Had caught sight of the tit she was flashing!