Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Tag: limerick
Tacit
Their relationship wasn’t quite broken.
Most nights she still found herself woken;
Her buttocks caressed,
Or his hand on her breast,
Both request and consent left unspoken.
Sustainability
How much more could her body sustain?
Her teeth rattled, so too did her brain!
Her tits flapped to and fro
With each shuddering blow;
The man fucked like a runaway train!
Rearguard
It seemed nasty, and mean and unjust;
She was scared, shocked and filled with disgust!
After quite a nice screw,
Must he bugger her too?
Must he…? Ouch! God! It seemed that he must!
Knee-deep
Though his cock dangled down to his knees,
He got most of it in , by degrees,
Then with one mighty thrust,
All the rest, only just,
A breath-taking, eye-watering squeeze!
Falsely accused
Of two evils, she’d chosen the lesser;
She pouted, but let him undress her.
He’d called her a tease,
So she parted her knees,
And delivered the goodies, god bless her!
Deep and meaningful
She regretted her virtue gone cheaply;
His cock, small at first, then rose steeply,
As thick as her wrist,
A knob big as her fist,
Which, when in her, affected her deeply!
The flower of youth
He deflowered her, one should explain,
Lest she otherwise always remain
Virgin, ruing the day…
Now at least she could say
She’d loved once… which was only humane!
The collector
She has quite a museum of pricks,
Whence to choose, and to use for her kicks.
She displays them with pride;
(Can that one fit inside?)
Showing friends some astonishing tricks!
Taste test
First she gave it a tentative lick,
Just the tip of her tongue, a quick flick;
She smiled, moistened her lip,
And embraced first the tip,
Then the rest, which came out hard and slick!