Although jealous and madly possessive;
Though vain, self-concerned and obsessive,
His steely blue eyes,
And the heft, and the size
Of his cock were distinctly impressive.
Tag: limerick
The real things
If you think a girl’s tits might be fake,
There are several tests you can make;
Do they droop when set free?
Maybe suck ’em and see,
Or just grab ’em and give ’em a shake.
Aversion therapy
All this mess might have well been averted,
Had not she first teased him and flirted,
But how could she know
That he’d mistreat her so,
In a manner depraved and perverted?
Arabian nights
I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.
Light entertainment
He admired the way the light played
On her breasts and her hips as she swayed,
How the music enhanced
Her allure, as she danced,
Though he knew these were tricks of the trade.
Cats
On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
To have and to hold
They’d just met, but he seemed rather nice;
A few glasses of wine broke the ice.
She envisaged her life,
As his well-maintained wife,
For which shagging him seemed a small price
.
Pretty in white
There she lay, wearing nought but a smile,
She beside whom he’d walked down the aisle.
She’d looked pretty in white,
He exclaimed , in delight,
But looked prettier now, by a mile!
Rooted
They’d been at it for most of the night,
When she begged for a moment’s respite;
He seemed deaf to her faint
Words of weary complaint,
Which he still kept on rooting despite.
Fight or flight
Her response should have been fight or flight,
But somehow, just then, neither seemed right;
So she let him undress her,
Which didn’t distress her
As much as she’d thought that it might.