Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife,
Nor his ox, nor his ass. (Get a life!)
Nor his man-servant. (Why?)
Nor his maidservant. (Sigh.)
It’s too silly, so coveting’s rife!
Tag: limerick
Worn-out welcome
They’d made love a few times, which was nice;
Three, no, four times to be more precise.
He was thinking “Not bad,
For a young, novice lad!”
Till she said “Next time, twice would suffice!”
Starlight
The stars were romantic and twinkly;
His penis grew less and less wrinkly.
Her breasts hovered, white,
Like twin moons in the night,
And her labia winked at him pinkly.
A peculiar thing
A girl’s bra’s quite a curious thing,
Just two triangles, joined by some string
That uncertainly sits
On her unruly tits
Which would much rather dangle and swing.
Liberation
He reached round and unfastened the clasp
Of her bra and she stifled a gasp.
Spilling out of their cups
Her breasts gambolled like pups
And presented themselves to his grasp
.
Melting moment
He was certain his heart would just melt;
Disbelievingly, gently, he felt
Her smooth buttocks, her breast,
And the thing he loved best…
The intense, musky way that she smelt.
Sweater
Her breasts fought like two cats in her sweater,
No brassiere, either, to fetter
His naked delight:
It was thin, it was tight,
God! If only her sweater were wetter!
Swoon
She gazed into his eyes, in rapt wonder:
His sexual spell she was under…
She swooned, in a trance…
While he took off her pants,
And her hymen was soon torn asunder.
Ground to a halt
Naked, sweating, they grapple and wrestle;
Loins grind like a mortar and pestle,
Hearts pound in their chests,
Hot sweat drips from her breasts,
Where, exhausted and spent, he’ll soon nestle.
Not with a bang
It came not with a bang, but a whimper;
His world’s end: his penis grew limper
And limper. “Bad luck,”
She said “Now we can’t fuck.”
She did add, though, she’d still let him pimp her.