Though his access was somewhat restricted,
His hand in her bra, though conflicted,
Excited her so,
That she stopped saying no,
As he’d hoped… in fact boldly predicted!
Tag: limerick
Fatherly wisdom
“Look”, said Dad. “Ask her out! A few ales …
Just use my best line! Never fails!
She’ll root, I can tell!
Arse like that, bloody hell!
Leaves a trail of slime like a snail’s”!
The sins of the mother
God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
Bermuda triangle
She undressed; he was frankly appalled!
Her damn pussy was practically bald!
It looked weird, somehow,
A moustache, or a brow…
A Brazilian… whatever it’s called.
Shampoo
Mid-shampoo, temporarily blind,
She was grabbed by the tits from behind…
Well, she screamed, as you do…
Then said “What’s this? Guess who?”
What remarkable presence of mind!
Transparency
When a girl makes it past the glass ceiling,
One problem with which she’ll be dealing
Is lecherous stares
From the bastards downstairs,
Looking up to see what she’s revealing!
Initiation
Being morally somewhat impaired,
She’d stripped naked, which just made him scared.
As she unzipped his fly,
Just a boy, he asked “Why?”
She hissed “Shut the fuck up!” Like she cared.
Pash
When he kissed her, the girl didn’t flinch;
Their lips locked, they went into a clinch,
He so hard, she so wet,
And you couldn’t, I bet,
Then have pulled them apart with a winch!
Aesthetic sensitivity
Although loving, compliant and trusting,
She found all the grunting and thrusting,
The smells and the mess,
The whole thing, more or less,
She owned up, in fact, bloody disgusting!
Besottedness
Bloody hell! That’s her copy-book blotted!
Damn fool, to have been so besotted!
Her Mum’s little cough!
Tits out, sucking him off!
She should just have said go and get knotted.