She’s one heck of a good-looking chick;
Her dad’s beating men off with a stick!
She herself isn’t shy,
If a man takes her eye…
Though the fucking is furtive and quick!
Tag: limerick
Left dangling
Warning: Feminists may take offence.
There she hung, arms and legs and ropes tense,
Being toyed with at will,
(And with consummate skill),
In both senses, in helpless suspense!
A woman's lot
She lay naked, all blushing and shy;
It’s so big!” she exclaimed. I may die!
But if all of those others,
Wives, mistresses, mothers
Can do it, she thought, why not I?
Who you know
Her virginity, though sacrosanct,
Didn’t mean a man couldn’t be wanked;
Certain gentleman-friends
Helped the meeting of ends,
Upon which she most gratefully banked!
Loose woman
His prick swelled, as she loosened her stays;
Her breasts welled up to meet his rapt gaze.
“My, sir, that’s a fine bulge!
It would seem to divulge
That one might well be here for days!”
Discretion
She smiled sweetly, and clutched a small posy;
Her cheeks and her nipples were rosy.
He guessed at the latter,
But what does that matter?
To peek down her dress would be nosey!
The chaste kiss
He was charming, and rather persuasive,
She friendly, but coy and evasive;
She kissed the poor boy,
Which she did quite enjoy,
Though his whiskers were somewhat abrasive!
In his dreams
He thought “This is as good as it gets!”
He’d suggested a root; she’d said “Let’s!”
But the girl of his dreams
Was unfaithful, it seems,
And a fuck was just hedging her bets.
Grim satisfaction
When he’d done, she looked like she’d been dragged
Through a barbed-wire fence, and she’d gagged
Giving head… Nonetheless,
She could buy a new dress,
And she knew she’d been properly shagged!
Dirty laundry
Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.