She awaited her handsome young gigolo,
Wishing her bum didn’t jiggle so,
Blushing and nude,
Having paid to be screwed;
It would give all her girlfriends a giggle though!
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No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!
Temptation
She gave in, though she knew that she shouldn’t,
Determined, at first, that she wouldn’t.
He’d gently insisted…
She’d bravely resisted
Temptation… but found that she couldn’t!
In clover
She’d grown tired of housework and stoves;
So dressed up, her breath scented with cloves,
Placed a “Personal” ad,
And she no sooner had,
Than had gentlemen coming in droves!
The getting of wisdom
The young governess-cum-private-tutor,
To William, confirmed self-polluter,
Was not of much use,
But for more self-abuse,
While imagining ways he might root her.
Like falling off a log
Having sex isn’t any big deal;
Folks fuck in the dark, or by feel,
It doesn’t take long,
And it’s hard to get wrong.
It’s not like reinventing the wheel!
Honk if you’re horny
Feeling horny, she honked her left hooter…
Undressed, even sexier, cuter!
He didn’t know yet,
But was willing to bet
That she’d be an insatiable rooter!
Not a good relationship
She’d had too much to drink, and felt sleepy;
They’d argued, she went to bed, weepy.
He followed her, though,
And still rooted her! So…
Mean… sort of… and weird and creepy.
The pragmatist
Pushing thirty, almost a recluse,
What would any girl do, in her shoes?
A nice bloke, a good suit;
Dinner, drinks, then a root.
At her age, could she still pick and choose?