Although virginal, tight, tense and narrow,
His cock, long, hard, straight as an arrow,
Plunged in to the bone!
Though she let out a moan,
She was secretly thrilled to the marrow!
Tag: limerick
HR
Inexperienced, only an amateur,
Lacking in depth and diameter;
Word got about
That the new girl put out,
And the boys were soon going wham-bam at her!
The flesh and the spirit
Said a pious young Anglican deacon,
“One’s virtue should shine like a beacon!
When tempted, of course,
One may find, with remorse,
Flesh too willing. The spirit may weaken.”
The Muse
“Homer, darling,” said Clio, the Muse,
“That was lovely, but still, you must choose!
I don’t clean! I don’t cook!
Just get on with your book!
You can write and fuck too! What’s to lose?”
Passing acquaintance
They’d made love, which she’d later regret.
Though he’d said that he’d never forget,
When she called him next day,
He said “Who did you say?”
Like as if he’d forgotten they’d met!
Teamwork
She said “Gentlemen, that was just splendid!
To all, thanks for services rendered!
For granting my wish!
And I’m loving the squish
Of your semens within me, all blended!”
Mona Lisa’s smile
Posing naked showed daring and guile,
Leonardo mused. Mona had style!
And a tigress in bed!
(Best paint clothes on, instead.)
And that charming, faint post-coital smile!
Roosters and cocks
Fleshy, soft, like a rooster’s red wattle,
Her labia thicken. Full bottle!
She lets in the tip,
Gets a grip, lets it slip;
Will it all fit in? Yes! The whole lot’ll!
The icing on the cake
She’d had too many whiskies, she feared.
She’d lost her clothes too, it appeared.
And what was this goo,
Trickling out of her too,
On her tits and her face, caked and smeared?
The life of the party
“Well,” she said, when her vision had cleared,
“I think this bukkake thing’s weird.
I don’t see the fun…
Are you guys all quite done?
Look at me, sticky, spattered and smeared!”