Her sweet pussy’s shaved smooth as damn glass,
She’s got tattoos of wings on her arse,
Nipple rings, solid gold…
A damn joy to behold…
She ain’t cheap, but she’s fuckin’ first class!
Tag: limerick
All swagger
For all of his swaggering figure,
Once stripped, she suppressed a rude snigger…
He said “What the hell?”
“Oh,” she said… “It’s just… well…
I imagined it would have been bigger!”
To have and to hold
Marriage vows make a thing of fidelity…
These days, though, fashions, locality
Mean folks don’t mind
Leaving all that behind…
Fuck whoever, like… universality!
Crowd pleaser
Women whispered, sometimes spoke aloud,
About how he was hugely endowed…
A cock down to his knees…
And he knew how to please
A girl… two or more…even a crowd!
Urchin
Just an urchin she was, young and scruffy,
Her thatch, though, was springy and fluffy…
Petite, angel-faced
And… oh how his heart raced…
Budding breasts, and a cunt pink and puffy!
Unkind
The poor girl, she was deaf, dumb and blind…
He sneaked up on her ass from behind…
Slipped it up her , but good,
Just because… well… he could…
Though she seemed not to very much mind .
If wishes were fishes
He said, ogling her, (Boy! What a dish!)
“Damn! I bet your cunt’s wet as a fish,
And you’d love a big prick
Up it hard, slick and quick!”
And she grinned and just said “Yeah, you wish!”
Slim odds
Tiny tits, thin, as lean as a whippet,
His cock hard though… ready to slip it
(Imagine the fit!)
In her tight little slit…
Being careful… or not… not to rip it!
Not getting the message
She was drunk, vision blurred, her words slurred…
The whole thing seemed a trifle absurd,
Naked, screaming like hell,
Punching, kicking as well…
He kept fucking her, though, undeterred.
The good oil
Olive oil or butter or spit…
Something slippery helps with the fit…
Ketchup works… a raw egg
(It might drip down her leg)
And of course, once you’re in, there’s her shit.