Her rich guy buys her pearls, buys her rubies,
He paid for her splendid new boobies!
She acts little-girly…
No bush long and curly…
She waxes her arsehole and pubies.
Tag: limerick
Better than chicken
As they make out his cock starts to thicken,
Her pussy to warm up and slicken…
His hand slides down there,
Parts her lush pussy hair,
And dips into her cunt… finger-lickin’!
Hook-up
Just one kiss, that was all that it took.
Her heart raced, she got goosebumps, she shook,
Felt decidedly sick,
On the end of his prick,
Like a poor wriggling worm on a hook!
Perhaps
She found blokes, using various apps,
Met up, hooked up, and danced on their laps…
For the price of a meal
She’d giggle and squeal,
And suck them and fuck them perhaps.
Criteria
Over time she grew steadily wearier,
Softened her rigid criteria…
That or not know
How it felt , there, below…
To have somebody up her interior.
Rocky
Not the best looking guy on the planet…
Big, rugged, with features of granite…
She’s just passing through…
Motel room with no view…
Well, a stray fuck can’t hurt, maybe, can it?
A village lass
There’s a sweet little lass from Kildare,
Who’s not sure quite what should go where…
Like which hole is for what…
Should it go there or not?
But in practice, she doesn’t much care.
Furlough
When on furlough from wartime adventures,
Young soldiers would root local wenches,
In alleys, a park,
By lamplight, in the dark,
On the grass, or on frosty park benches.
Vacancy
The young soldier checked into his billet…
Madame knew her way round a skillet…
“There’s also”, she said
“A warm place in my bed,
By the way, if you wanted to fill it.”
The catch
She’s a catch, he thought, splendidly built,
As he plunged his cock in to the hilt,
And then in her sweet gob…
And she did a grand job…
Not a drop of his jism was spilt.