As it would, it came to her attention,
In fact, caused her great apprehension.
It rubbed at her hip,
Was beginning to drip;
A vexed question, a bone of contention!
Tag: limerick
Fundamentalism
She insisted she just couldn’t, morally,
Have sex with him, except orally.
Funny, she finally
Liked it vaginally;
Not up the arse still, though, sorrily!
Winner takes all (off)
Both big-breasted, both tall and broad-hipped,
Jeans unzipped, T-shirts off, bras unclipped!
Panties off! Pussies bare!
The blonde won by a hair!
Hard to split! The brunette just outstripped!
Flappers
In the Twenties, folks drank bootleg hooch,
And then down to the nightclub they’d mooch.
Pretty flappers would dance,
Without bras, with no pants;
More exciting, that way, when they’d smooch!
Unharried
He suspected that, though she was married,
From hints that her words and voice carried,
He’d root her somehow,
Notwithstanding that now
All his amorous sallies were parried.
The weakness of the flesh
She was forced, on reflection, to ponder
How, strangely, of late, she’d grown fonder
Of somebody who
She’d not marry, she knew,
But whose hands she’d already let wander!
Her cards close to her chest
Her great love for him, never expressed,
Had not, therefore, been put to the test.
He’d have tried, had he known,
From her rapt gaze alone,
She’d have given her all, on request!
Options weighed
Had she stayed, she thought, rather dismayed,
She would not, then, have gone home unlaid;
Not be innocent still,
Still not know that mad thrill,
Not be doomed, still, to be an old maid!
Mother knows best
When her mother said “Daughter, beware!”
And advised her take care what she wear,
She said “Honestly, Mum!
No, you can’t see my bum!
Nor my tits! He’ll do what? Touch me where?”
Tasting notes
Underneath her skirt, somebody snuffled;
A voice mumbled something, but muffled.
She didn’t reply,
Didn’t speak! Nor did I,
As she sipped at her wine, quite unruffled!