When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
Tag: limerick
Innuendo
Although said as a sort of aside,
It was not as if, though, that he’d lied
When he’d called her a slut,
Not in those words, quite, but
Unmistakably, crudely implied.
Believe it or not!
Quite amazing, how deep and how wide
Was her pussy, she’d found, when she’d tried
Things to see if they’d fit,
Strange things too, she’d admit
To her friends, with a curious pride!
Withdrawal symptoms
She tried hard to recall, with a yawn,
Had or had not a condom been worn?
And, if not, when he came,
(What on earth was his name),
Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?
The ruined maid
Though the scoundrel, the damn ne’er-do-well
Touched her heart, touched her down there as well,
Squeezed her titties and all,
Now she cannot recall
The man’s name, or does not care to tell!
In praise of pheromones
Those perfumes and colognes that they sell,
If you ask me, don’t work all that well.
Spice and floral bouquets
Are quite nice, in their ways,
But I’d rather girls’ natural smell!
Instinct
Long, long hair, perfect tits, she was hot!
Pretty face, a great arse, the whole lot!
Sexy walk, so distinctive;
His feeling, instinctive,
Was root her her right there, on the spot!
Delectable
As he grunted and came and withdrew,
Though she’d come once or twice herself, too,
She said “Look, it’s alright
If you nibble and bite
At my neck and my boobs, but don’t chew!”
Brobdingnagian
She just lay there, all sulky and glum.
Fucking hell! Fe, fi, fo, fucking fum!
Fucking gigantic cock!
Pussy like a torn sock,
Not to mention a sore fucking bum!
Performance review
Hand down panties, massaging her clit.
She wants something inside! What would fit?
The drink bottle? Her brush?
Why the sudden strange hush?
Her boss standing behind her! Oh shit!