On the beach, wearing hardly a stitch,
She enjoyed watching men’s crotches twitch;
If he played his cards right,
She would root one tonight,
And she didn’t mind very much which!
Tag: limerick
Introductory offer
When she kissed him, she murmured “Although you
Perhaps think that I hardly know you,
Just leave it to me;,
If you like what you see,
There’s lots more, I’d be happy to show you!”
No VPL
“Are your panties silk, lacy, white cotton?”
“Excuse me! You’re perfectly rotten!
How dare you ask that!”
“Well, your skirt seemed so flat,
I suspected they’d been quite forgotten.”
Dream on!
As she lathered her bosom with soap, her
Next-door neighbour peeked, in the hope her
Daydreams were of him,
Though the odds did seem slim
That he’d ever be able to grope her.
Flashpoint
She’d been acting quite sluttish, I gather;
She’d worked him up into a lather.
She flashed them again,
And I guess that by then
It was pretty much all open slather!
Petty crime
Who’d have thought that she’d hold such a grudge?
A quick kiss, just a small lipstick smudge,
A light pat on her bum,
(Well, okay, that was dumb,)
And I did give her left tit a nudge.
Scotch courage
She’d had too much to drink, I suspect,
Which had had the desired effect;
She just sipped at her scotch
While I fondled her crotch,
Her tits too, since she didn’t object!
Wearing the pants
He said “That’s it, my pretty young friend;
Squeeze your tits, pout your lips. Good! Now bend;
You can take off your shirt,
But just lift up your skirt,
And present your appropriate end!”
Hooked
He had no chance at all, the poor chap, he
Was hooked when she sat on his lap; she
Wore just a loose robe,
And she chewed his earlobe,
And purred “Well, don’t you want to unwrap me?”
Natural selection
She embarked on her marital quest
With a truly remarkable zest,
As she, suitor by suitor,
Allowed them to root her,
To work out which one did it best!