He woke naked, confused, in her room,
Breathing deep of her musky perfume,
His arm over her chest,
His lips closed on one breast,
And his sperm swimming up through her womb.
Tag: limerick
Sweater girl
She felt sexy, dressed in her tight sweater;
Not wearing a bra made it better!
When men turned to stare,
Had she chosen to wear
Any panties, they’d now be much wetter!
The thrill of the chase
Laughing, shouting, she’d prance and she’d scamper;
Such clothes as she wore didn’t hamper
The scandalous joy
Of her game with the boy,
At whose hot touch her panties grew damper.
Squish, squash!
He plunged into her fanny, squish, squash!
Squeal and squirm, froth and sperm, splish and splosh!
An adulterous screw;
Secret still, but they knew
That the truth would come out in the wash!
Moral victory
She said, pouting, “You’re such a big bully!”
And stroked her groin, dark, strange and wooly.
“Alright! I give in!
You can have me! You win!”
As she opened herself to him fully.
Enchanted
“I do hope you won’t take me for granted,
A poor girl, in love and enchanted,
Who couldn’t say no…
You bedazzled me so…
Harder! God! Yes! Yes! Harder!” she panted.
Poor Mum
“Oh my God! My poor Mum would be shocked!”
She exclaimed, as their joined bodies rocked.
“Look at me, bold as brass!”
She said, squeezing his arse,
With her legs round his back tightly locked.
Slut
She was known around town as a slut;
The false charge got her right in the gut!
Yeah, she did like a shag…
Did that make her a slag?
She was awfully good at it, but!
Blind date
She went out with him on a blind date;
He was gorgeous! Oh God! Was it fate?
She felt clammy and weak,
When he spoke, couldn’t speak;
Was it love, or just something she ate?
Post hoc, ergo propter hoc
To have screwed him she must have been mad!
But was nonetheless glad that she had.
She’d just wanted a root,
Didn’t love the big brute…
Well… perhaps… yes… she did… just a tad.