The poor chap was completely bewitched,
By her voice, so seductively pitched,
By the way her breasts swayed,
(Which his hard cock betrayed),
And the way, when she walked, her arse twitched!
Tag: limerick
Tch! Tch!
She laughed gaily. She wore not a stitch!
Uninhibited? Decadent? Which?
As she poured him a drink,
He chose just not to think…
She half-turned, gave her bottom a twitch!
Mixed emotions
She was gorgeous, but God! What a bitch!
Should he marry or murder her? Which?
As he thought this, he smiled;
She was moody and wild,
But just look at that lovely arse twitch!
Form and movement
Body graceful and slender and taut;
“Made for sex” was his unworthy thought.
Dancers, gymnasts and such
Left him longing to touch,
Thinking things more obscene than he ought!
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.
Impure thoughts
As the young parson spoke, her thoughts drifted,
Their eyes met, she blushed, the scene shifted;
The dark parish hall,
She against the cold wall,
With each stroke she was moved and uplifted!
Uninvited guest
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
Roped in
“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”