She might rub it, and give it a shake,
Might go down on him (icing the cake),
But it still doesn’t follow
That one little swallow,
Though sweet, does a boy’s summer make.
Tag: limerick
It's complicated
Sex involved, for him, ropes, whips and canes,
Dildos, leather and rubber and chains:
She, in turn, understood,
And the sex was damn good,
Worth a few little bruises and sprains!
The goose and the gander
Lightly dressed, she’d been caught in the rain;
The profile of her nipples was plain.
He could see her goose-flesh,
Through the garment’s thin mesh…
What came next… well… no need to explain!
Time and motion
In the end, she gave in and said yes,
Although under a bit of duress;
She could keep saying no,
Or just fuck him and go,
So she shrugged and slipped out of her dress.
No way to fight it
It’s no use, there’s no damn way to fight it!
I’ve just caught a glimpse of her right tit,
Exposed in her dress,
And I couldn’t care less
For politeness; I just want to bite it!
Blotted copy-book
A good catholic woman disdains
Using condoms, which rather explains,
If she doesn’t abstain,
How one knows where she’s lain,
From the wet spots and seminal stains.
Straying hand
She said “Just slide your hand up a bit,
Till you come to a slippery slit.
No! You’re going off track!
You’re too far to the back!
Find the hair! Now you’re there! God! That’s it!”
Liaison
It was secret, a young lover’s tryst;
They excitedly, furtively kissed.
He hissed, “God, I adore you!
I long to explore you!”
“Then do,” she sighed, “if you insist!
Pyjamas
There’s a lot of debate re pyjamas,
Midst priests, rabbis, mullahs and lamas:
To sleep as one’s born?
Do pyjamas, when worn,
Act as moral and amorous armours?
Popes wear them, and both the Obamas,
Pearl buttons graced Vasco da Gama’s,
They’re not worn by nudists,
But enlightened buddhists
Say wearers are blessed with good karmas.
Raw silk is preferred by the charmers,
Plain cotton by housewives and farmers:
Defend them or scoff,
They’re good fun to take off;
Light relief in life’s sexual dramas.
Inner beauty
She’s broad-chested, strong-willed and strong-thighed,
Her bum’s big, true, that can’t be denied,
And her melon-like breasts
Are the subject of jests,
But there’s depth and great warmness, inside.