At siesta (when nobody slumbers),
Her dance teacher (tangos and rumbas)
Continued her class;
1, 2, (cock up her arse),
3, (change holes), 4, 5 … All by the numbers!
Tag: limerick
Marital bliss
It’s so nice, slipping into the sack,
Spooning, chest pressed against her smooth back,
Grab a handful of tit,
Rub and jiggle a bit,
Your stiff cock nudging up in her crack.
Taurus and Virgo
The poor girl was, herself, all for quitting…
Him rubbing and licking and spitting;
And poking again,
And again. Bloody men!
So bull-headed! It wasn’t quite fitting.
Cherry picking
Her first time. Nothing big, in the end.
No one special, some guy, just a friend;
“It’s not love, I’m afraid.
I just want to get laid,”
She said. “Kiss and stuff, though… like… Pretend!”
Getting on
He got hard, less hard, less and less often;
Got hard, then the bastard would soften!
Still wanted it though,
So he’d still have a go,
Till laid out, cold and stiff, in his coffin!
Hard cash
Though cashed up, he was vulgar and sleazy,
Fat, ugly, bad smelling and greasy.
He paid good, up front,
For a piece of her cunt,
But not he, nor the dollars came easy.
No need for draws
For young girls, back then, up in the hills,
Rootin’, shootin’ were practical skills,
Screwin’ out or indoors
Brothers, uncles, in-laws,
Passed around, till they’d all had their fills.
All foreplay
She got naked, got down on all fours.
“Why you doin’ that girl?” “Just because …
Shit! I’m horny as hell!
And just so you can tell…
Anytime, any which way, I’m yours!”
Pickup lines
Bored, she flagged down a ride in a pickup.
Her day though was in for a hiccup!
He turned down a track,
Threw her ass on the back,
Said “Git naked! This here’s a stick-up!
Reverse snobbery
Just a tart, her life no bed of roses,
Called slut; people looked down their noses,
But no damn Plain Jane;
She drank only champagne!
Consolation, of sorts, one supposes.