When a viking horde raided a village,
They’d loot and they’d murder and pillage.
Pretty girls they’d rape twice,
Although once would suffice ,
But they liked to allow for some spillage.
Tag: limerick
His best line
He went out, horny, hoping to score.
She walked in, and he liked what he saw,
So he tried his best line,
And she smiled, a good sign,
Hinting broadly of pleasures in store!
Deja vu
He was certain he’d seen her before;
She was someone he’d rooted, he swore.
Was it Meg? Was it Kate?
The ex-wife of a mate?
So he smiled, which she chose to ignore.
Parking
There was no saying who was to blame,
Kissing, fondling, it seemed pretty tame,
But things went a bit far,
In the back of his car;
Though he’d promised he wouldn’t, he came!
Through a glass, darkly
She seductively, slowly disrobes,
Her hands cup her pink, pendulous globes,
She winks, pouts at the glass,
Smacks herself on the arse,
Parts her cunt lips, rubs, flutters and probes.
Flame-out
At the party she met an old flame,
Later on, sex had felt much the same:
The familiar caress …
She wrote down his address,
Now she just had to think of his name!
Ambit claim
She was virgin, or so she pretended;
In fact, though, it rather depended
On if he was rich,
Or good-looking, in which
Case it seemed things were more open-ended!
Fate
“Oh my goodness! That’s not fair,” she whined,
Though, by now, she was rather resigned
To a fate worse than death,
She mused, gasping for breath,
As he took her again, from behind!
The long kiss goodnight
Though she said that she wasn’t that kind,
Hormones, booze and bravado combined,
(Though she did try her best),
When he fondled her breast,
To determine she didn’t much mind.
Love is blind
With their arms and their legs intertwined,
To all else but each other made blind,
Lost or torn underwear,
Lipstick smudged, ruined hair,
If they noticed, they seemed not to mind!