After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Tag: limerick
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”
Corporal punishment
He don’t practise, alas, what he preaches,
Abuses the young girls he teaches…
He lifts up their skirts
Spanks their bums till it hurts,
Fingers brushing their pussies… like peaches!
Skirting the edge
Lips the young men are yearning to taste,
Body meant to be hotly embraced…
And she does lead them on…
Flirty, teasing, then gone…
Never caught, although frequently chaste!
Kissin’ cousins
Always cute, but my goodness, she’d grown!
His young cousin… if only he’d known!
So he stared at her boobs,
Said “Yeah, so, anal lubes…”
Just a tad, maybe, close to the bone!
Get a grip!
Bosom bouncing, she rode his right fist…
She yelled “More!” He said “If you insist!”
And he punched in and out,
Till she came with a shout,
Her cunt clamped like a vise, and she pissed!
Silver lining
When you reckon you’re going insane
From the loneliness, sadness and pain
When the dark storm clouds loom
And the thunderclaps boom…
Take your clothes off and dance in the rain.
Festina lente
His hands groping, they hotly embraced…
“Just a quickie,” he said. “Just a taste!”
“Oh god! Yes!” she said… “Though…
There’s no hurry you know…
Do me slowly, big boy… haste makes waste!”
Porchetta
The consent part was maybe omitted…
By then, but, she’s fuckin’ committed…
One guy down her throat…
Squealin’ like a damn shoat…
‘nother cock up her arse, bein’ spitted!
Money talks
She says “Listen, no need to get cross…
Pay up front, right, and you’re the damn boss…
Fuck me any which way…
But no money, no play…
Be a tight-ass. It’s your fuckin’ loss!”