She was eighteen, a virgin and single;
The boy made her lower parts tingle.
The kissing was great,
And she just couldn’t wait
For their sexual juices to mingle.
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She was randy, immoral and fickle;
She loved a good internal tickle.
A touch or sly wink
Made her breathless and pink,
And a kiss made her warm pussy trickle.
The rose
When a woman’s a joy to behold
Better still if she’s lusty and bold,
With a cunt like a glove,
To fall into in love,
Round which petal-like labia fold.
A curious dish
That there mermaid’s a curious dish,
A strange creature, half woman, half fish.
From the tail to hips,
You could eat her with chips,
From there up, do rude things, if you wish!
Go figure
If you know a cute girl’s bra and panty size,
Knowing them helps when you fantasise.
If she finds out
You’ve been sneaking about,
Do your best to explain and romanticise.
F minus
Though the fellow was ready and willing,
As fucks go, it wasn’t so thrilling:
The boy did his best,
But, when put to the test,
It was plain that he needed upskilling.
Birds and bees
Though she’d heard of the birds and the bees,
Boys and babies and social disease,
Nonetheless, she felt funny…
Her fanny was runny…
She sighed, and she parted her knees.
Manners do matter
Though the girl was an unashamed tease,
When he begged for a root, and said “please”,
She took something like pity,
Exposed some more titty,
And gave his poor hard-on a squeeze.
Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.
Up-front
When a woman is called well endowed,
She has something of which to be proud,
Or two things, and as such,
She should flaunt them as much
As, by decency’s bounds, is allowed.