What on earth had he done to upset her?
He’d done what she asked, to the letter!
She’d come, loud and long;
Had he done something wrong…
Or else, might he perhaps, have done better?
Tag: limerick
Middle Age lament
The sex life of a Middle Age peasant
Could not have been terribly pleasant;
The dirt and the grime,
Getting raped all the time:
One is glad that one lives in the present!
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Rush of blood
The next day, when he paused for reflection,
He thought of the risk of infection,
And yet; what to do,
When a man needs a screw?
Who can think, when he’s got an erection?
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Fibber
His technique of seduction was glib;
Charm and wit, an occasional fib.
If a woman saw through him,
And did the same to him,
He’d smile, take a breath, and ad lib.
Driven to distraction
There was mutual instant attraction;
So much so, it proved a distraction.
They used empty rooms,
Once a closet, with brooms,
In their frenzy for sex satisfaction.
Experimental
His love-making was mostly quite gentle,
Though sometimes, well, experimental;
He’d start with vaginal,
Straight-up, but the final
Event might be anal… or dental!
What she sees in him
Although jealous and madly possessive;
Though vain, self-concerned and obsessive,
His steely blue eyes,
And the heft, and the size
Of his cock were distinctly impressive.
The real things
If you think a girl’s tits might be fake,
There are several tests you can make;
Do they droop when set free?
Maybe suck ’em and see,
Or just grab ’em and give ’em a shake.
Aversion therapy
All this mess might have well been averted,
Had not she first teased him and flirted,
But how could she know
That he’d mistreat her so,
In a manner depraved and perverted?
Arabian nights
I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.