Masturbation’s a DIY measure
A pastime, when bored or at leisure.
Of course, it’s not love,
But, when push comes to shove,
Fucking’s also about one’s own pleasure.
Tag: limerick
Universal adaptor
It’s a matter of quite some felicity,
Cunts have such great elasticity;
Lovely and slick,
To fit any size prick,
Cranked by hand, or by mains electricity!
Why not?
In the end, he would not be denied,
Though he hadn’t been pushy, or lied.
She was already nude,
Didn’t mind being screwed;
It was just that she couldn’t decide!
Feral
A strange girl, not much more than a child,
She could not, somehow, be reconciled
To the TV, the mall;
She abandoned it all,
And she answered the call of the wild.
In the still if the night
A small room, in the still of the night;
Through the window, the moon’s spill of light
Falls upon her white breasts.
To his fevered requests,
She still won’t say she will, but she might!
Commodious
“My! That’s lovely!” she said, rather sweetly.
His cock stiffened, hardened completely.
Though quite a fair size,
She just parted her thighs,
And it all fitted into her neatly!
La vie en rose
She’s a whore in a rough-house saloon,
Breasts each like a big rosy balloon!
When she takes men upstairs,
These and much more she bares
Meanwhile humming “Au clair de la lune”.
First date
Her friend set it all up; a blind date
With her new boyfriend’s friend. He was late.
Well, they went out for drinks,
But, she must have a jinx!
When they fucked, it was quite second rate.
Gut feeling
She thought, later, the sex wasn’t great.
Not much foreplay; the bloke couldn’t wait!
Though he had a nice prick,
When they fucked, she felt sick.
A bit strange. Maybe something she ate.
A bird in the hand
She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.