Much as girls who are new to the art yearn
For love, soon the ones who are smart learn
That giving good head
May accomplish instead
Little more than a sore throat and heartburn!
Tag: limerick
Punctuality
He’s a scoundrel, at least so reputed;
Vague hints of seduction he’d mooted!
She mustn’t be late,
Friday night, for their date,
And miss out on, perhaps, getting rooted!
Porca Madonna
He was painting a modern nativity;
Naked, as was his proclivity,
Preoccupied,
It could not be denied,
By his model’s breasts’ plunging declivity!
Monster
His cock bent, it was gnarled, a monstrosity!
Sex had a certain ferocity,
Hell of a ride!
Still, the fuck satisfied
The girl’s prurient, sick curiosity.
Power, the ultimate aphrodisiac
With the politics she was espousing
Came passion, adventure, carousing,
Moustachioed men
Guns and bombs, now and then;
Sex and danger, so bloody arousing!
Ants in her pants
Getting picked up in pubs can be chancy,
But sometimes a girl gets so antsy,
Risks, benefits weighed,
She’ll go get herself laid,
By whatever damn jock she might fancy.
Without benefit of clergy
When he fucked her, she got quite enraged,
But her guilt pangs were somewhat asuaged,
Lying there in his bed,
Yes, he loved her, he said.
“Good!” she said. “Does this mean we’re engaged?”
History repeats itself
His true motive, at last, was revealed!
She vowed, though, this time she’d not yield,
Not like once before!
She’d get up off the floor,
Where she, naked and giggling, now kneeled.
Moving on
It was something she couldn’t prevent.
In the end, though, how much had it meant?
She’d had sex with some guy
She’d forget, by and by;
Just a fuck, a small, dull non-event!
Fifteen minutes of fame
She was quite justifiably bitter;
“Six times! Wow! This girl ain’t no quitter!”
He’d typed, and hit “send”.
Her fuck-buddy! Her friend!
Now her pussy was trending on Twitter!