If she played hard to get, should she fail,
Should justice, perhaps, not prevail,
The risk, without doubt,
Was she might well miss out…
An old maid, her virginity stale!
Tag: limerick
Focus
Had she not been so damn near-sighted,
She might not have got so excited;
His fondling her tits…
Had she seen he had zits,
Might have left her… well… less than delighted!
Pulse
His hand groping her pussy, pulse quickening,
Hers on his cock, quickly thickening,
Hard to decide,
As he pushed it inside;
Was it scary, exciting or sickening?
Quietus
Now his sexual needs were less pressing;
Not mentally always undressing
The women he’d meet
And young girls in the street,
He found life, on the whole, less distressing.
Melanin
She undressed and he tried not to stare;
His first negress! Black nipples, tight hair,
Shiny, licorice skin,
(Musky pink still,within,
And a cunt like a chocolate eclair!
The right stuff?
Maybe sixteen, and pretty enough,
Sexy dress, make-up, strutting her stuff,
Acting ready to screw;
He thought, what would she do
If a man felt like calling her bluff?
Behind closed doors
The door locked,not much chance of escape!
Stunned and speechless, she stood mouth agape,
As he ripped off her dress!
Though she might have said yes,
Having not, it was pretty much rape.
Party games
“So…” she said, “Darling, how shall it be?
Fuck her first, while I watch, then fuck me?
Fuck us both? Both at once,
Playing musical cunts?
Who’ll come first? Let’s just suck it and see!”
Marine biology
I must tell you, he said, with a wink,
That your pink bits are not so much pink;
They’re more purple-ish-mauve-y,
A hint of anchovy,
In colour and taste, both, I think!
Transfixed
The poor girl, still a virgin, unchurched,
Nonetheless, somehow, found herself perched,
To her horror and shock,
On his lordship’s large cock,
As she sobbed, and she shuddered and lurched!