Mood music

Miss McKenzie, my music instructor,
Was once under a famous conductor:
To “La Mer” by Debussy,
He tickled her pussy,
And during the nocturne, he fucked her!

The getting

Having chased her and finally got her,
He worked her up hotter and hotter:
He lifted her skirt,
Saying “Hush, this won’t hurt.”
He was right, but no less of a rotter!

Ne’er do well

When I kissed her, she muttered and fussed,
And she claimed I’d been false to her trust,
But she said, between sighs,
As I parted her thighs,
“Do it well, then, if do it you must!”

Umami

Though her cunt did taste slightly of fish,
For what more could a man ever wish?
He continued to savour
Her delicate flavour,
Then plunged in his cock, with a squish!

Trepidation

Said the shy and demure Miss Fay
With a cry of the utmost dismay,
“Though I’ve done it before,
And it’s not made me sore,
By it’s size, I’m concerned that this may!”