It’s a life-changing day, when you waken,
To find your virginity taken:
You might shout “Yippee!”
And get up for a pee,
Or feel guilty, and sad and forsaken.
Tag: limerick
The gift
Her virginity’s each woman’s gift,
Given once, at which not to be sniffed,
And a chivalrous man
Should accept, if he can,
Lest she be understandably miffed.
Fashion flair
Her short skirt and her neckline were daring:
Men stared at the flesh she was baring.
Her big bosom jiggled,
Her bum swayed and wiggled,
The watching men’s nostrils were flaring.
The end of her tether
She’d about reached the end of her tether:
She strained to escape, while her nether
Parts tingled and stung,
From his lips and his tongue,
And the kiss of the cane and the leather.
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?
Putty in his hands
She stood naked, midst clay flakes and dust,
A fixed smile on her face, and nonplussed,
As she suffered the chill
And vicarious thrill
Of the sculptor’s cold hands on her bust.
Intangible
She was flirty, liked dancing and such,
Which was nice, but it didn’t help much,
For the poor fellows who
Wanted more, but who knew,
She was strictly all look and don’t touch!
Lost innocence
He cajoled and confused and caressed her,
Then slyly and slowly undressed her.
She tried to protest,
Did her innocent best,
But he calmly went on to molest her.
Exclusion zone
Perhaps fond hope and fancy deluded him;
Feminine logic eluded him.
How could his wife,
Whom he’d mated for life,
Have a sexual life that excluded him?
Size matters
People make a big fuss about size,
In particular, better-hung guys,
But it’s more about what
A man does, big or not;
A big one’s just a pleasant surprise.