When a girl’s biological clock
Starts to tick, she thinks more about cock;
Men become candidates
To be fathers and mates,
Or, let’s face it, to just fuck! Tick, tock!
Tag: limerick
Arousal
She’d stripped down to her knickers and cami,
Still blushing, her underarms clammy,
But horny as hell…
Nipples hard, (could he tell?)
Her damp pussy as slick as wet chamois!
The bohemian
Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”
The vamp
Sexy, stylish, pert, quite the young vamp!
Other girls whispered she was a tramp.
Underneath her short skirt,
Which she’d hitch up, and flirt,
Frilly panties, decidedly damp!
Gin, ironic
When the Mistress got into a mood
She’d sit nude in the parlour and brood,
Drinking gin, cursing men,
By whom, had she, back then,
Just said yes, she might well have been screwed!
Moment of truth
Just a moment before lost in passion,
Aghast now, her pretty face ashen,
Shocked, naked, confused.
This could not be excused!
To be used in such barbaric fashion!
Loss of innocence
At the point of (Sob! Gasp!) no return,
Beyond guilt, past religious concern,
Reckless now, lost to sin,
She begged “Put it all in!”
Though so innocent, eager to learn!
No teddy bears’ picnic
In the woods at night, daughter, there prowl
Men and creatures and monsters most foul!
Never go out alone;
If you do, take your phone.
Hurry home if you hear them howl!
But it can’t take out the garbage
Many women now place their reliance
On plastics, IT, modern science;
They get off their rocks
Not with actual cocks,
But some over-sized buzzing appliance!
Gemutlich
Despite all of their labial frippery;
Never mind how they smell kippery,
Pussies are cute,
And they’re lovely to root,
Soft and shiny, and cosy and slippery!