He was unwashed, unshaven and rough.
She was only a nice bit of fluff;
But a few glasses more,
And what each of them saw
Was beginning to look good enough!
Tag: limerick
Nobody's perfect
Every woman has certain small flaws,
Which a man, if he’s prudent, ignores.
She’s flat-chested? So what,
If she’s good in the cot?
And for God’s sake, avoid giving scores!
Undaunted
In short dresses, she sashayed and sauntered,
Big tits and and great arse that she flaunted.
She dressed like a slut,
She smoked, drank and talked smut,
Didn’t fuck though, just wickedly taunted.
Human resources
When Victorian wives wore a corset,
To fuck them, a man had to force it;
All rather a bore,
Much more fun with a whore,
So men often preferred to outsource it.
Fireglow
They were fucking in front of the fire;
The warmth made them flush and perspire.
Their bellies were wet,
Slick with each other’s sweat:
With each thrust, he slapped into her higher.
The modest maiden
She was modest; could not have been shyer,
Yet burned with erotic desire,
And, sleepless at night,
In excitement and fright,
As she jerked off, she’d moan and perspire.
Wake-up call
It does give one a bit of a shake-up,
One hung-over morning, to wake up,
With some girl, quite nude,
Whom one probably screwed,
Lying there with bad hair and smudged make-up.
Cured
The big, dumb fellow having been lured,
Virginity quickly was cured…
Some flattering lies…
She exclaimed at his size…
And was soon satisfyingly skewered.
Certain things
Certain things that she did quite appealed:
The way she unzipped me and kneeled,
The way she undressed,
But undoubtedly best,
Was the way, when she came, that she squealed!
Colour code
When a woman wears something see-through,
You can watch how her skin changes hue;
Pink or white, say, at rest,
Flushing red when caressed,
When she’s cold, shades of purple and blue.