Since they hadn’t been caught in the act,
That she’d fucked wasn’t known for a fact.
A more suitable suitor
Was found than the rooter,
Her virtue, he thought, still intact.
Tag: limerick
The end justifies the means
Quite the prettiest whore on the street;
She did well, on her regular beat.
Men would wink, she’d nod yes,
And she’d hitch up her dress;
An age-old way of making ends meet.
Goods and services
Certain archaeological data
Suggests sex was once used in barter;
Say rice, a full bag,
For an overnight shag
With the wife, not bad value, pro rata.
The indirect approach
She was knickerless, naked essentially,
Ripe to be rooted, potentially;
One of the chaps
On the dance floor, perhaps ……
She was, too, although only tangentially.
Love, more or less
The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
The adverbial proverbial
When she shifted, he picked up a whiff
Of her pussy and, suddenly stiff,
He decided, right then,
That the question was when
He would fuck her, or where, but not if.
Adaptability
At first frightened, reluctant and flustered,
The look of it left her disgusted!
Remarkably, though,
She enjoyed it, then, so,
That she found that she quickly adjusted.
In season
It was only a bit of a fling,
A stray root, just a symptom of spring;
Mindless rutting was all,
And she couldn’t recall,
The man’s name, but so what? No big thing!
Eine kleine Nachtmusik
She intuitively, somehow, knew
She’d had sex in her sleep, although who
It could be came and went…
What the subterfuge meant,
She knew not… though the suspects were few.
Aural sex
An exemplar of feminine flora,
She wore a libidinous aura;
Men drawn to her knew
What a man had to do,
Or be, ever thereafter, the poorer!