How he got his prick in is a mystery.
He did though, that much is now history.
The friction was such
She could not bear to touch
Her poor fanny, so swollen and blistery!
Tag: limerick
Bushed
There’s a girl with a bush that’s so lush,
That the sight brings a reverent hush,
Which she plaits in a braid
Or a bun, when she’s laid,
After which it takes hours to brush!
Her winter coat
There’s a lovely young girl called Jacinta,
Whose fanny-fur’s thicker in winter.
In summer she sheds
In her gentlemen’s beds,
But she’s always a joy to slip inta!
A tight squeeze
There’s a lady, a physical freak,
Who’s devised an erotic technique:
She relaxes her cunt,
To take one man in front,
One behind and another oblique!
Small things
Though it stretched to allow her to fidget,
Or slip in her littlest digit,
For actual coitus,
Her tiny introitus
Admitted no man but a midget.
Dauntless
For the big tits she shamelessly flaunted,
Miss Nelson was gawked at and taunted:
She had them tattooed
With designs bold and lewd,
And exposed them still, bravely undaunted.
Love mussel
I find ladies a joy to explore:
They have bosoms and nipples and more!
There are delicate things
Like pink shell-fish with wings,
And I can’t even say what they’re for!
The cost of doing business
Said a worn-out old hooker, dismayed
“I’ve been too many years in the trade:
I’m decidedly jaded,
My beauty has faded,
The lips of my fanny are frayed!
Sweetmeat
Between their thighs, women are creased,
And delightfully springily fleeced.
They have lips long and pink
Which when kissed, make you think
Of a mixture of honey and yeast.
Muskiness
From the moment the foreplay commences
The cunt of a woman dispenses
An odour of musk,
Which hangs thick in the dusk,
Tantalising the mind and the senses.