His prick swelled, as she loosened her stays;
Her breasts welled up to meet his rapt gaze.
“My, sir, that’s a fine bulge!
It would seem to divulge
That one might well be here for days!”
Tag: limerick
Discretion
She smiled sweetly, and clutched a small posy;
Her cheeks and her nipples were rosy.
He guessed at the latter,
But what does that matter?
To peek down her dress would be nosey!
The chaste kiss
He was charming, and rather persuasive,
She friendly, but coy and evasive;
She kissed the poor boy,
Which she did quite enjoy,
Though his whiskers were somewhat abrasive!
In his dreams
He thought “This is as good as it gets!”
He’d suggested a root; she’d said “Let’s!”
But the girl of his dreams
Was unfaithful, it seems,
And a fuck was just hedging her bets.
Grim satisfaction
When he’d done, she looked like she’d been dragged
Through a barbed-wire fence, and she’d gagged
Giving head… Nonetheless,
She could buy a new dress,
And she knew she’d been properly shagged!
Dirty laundry
Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.
Women's lib
“That’s the deal,” she said, “Let’s not quibble;
(She offered her nipple to nibble),
We fuck, me on top,
I decide when we stop;
Yes or no? My cunt’s starting to dribble!”
One night stand
His endowment made lesser men jealous;
That night, was he careless, or callous?
The girl, bless her soul,
Like a toy or a doll,
Although brave was, alas, over-zealous.
He wooed, wouldn't he?
She’d been lovingly, lavishly wooed;
She’d been kissed, had her earlobes chewed.
He reached under her dress,
Certain she would say yes,
But she wasn’t, it seemed, in the mood!
On the quiet
They’d been having it off on the quiet
For so long they’d ceased to deny it;
Their spouses, who knew,
Were both doing it too.
Well, back then, we all wanted to try it!