She’d have much preferred more lick, less bite,
Which she made love to him, still, despite,
With his cock like a fist,
Which she stroked now, and kissed,
Just to give her poor cunt some respite!
Tag: made love
Tantric sex
He admired her chakra, her aura;
They undressed, communed with the flora,
Made love in a field;
Her rash has now healed,
Her yoni, though’s, still getting sorer.
Passing acquaintance
They’d made love, which she’d later regret.
Though he’d said that he’d never forget,
When she called him next day,
He said “Who did you say?”
Like as if he’d forgotten they’d met!
Free will or determinism?
They not so much made love as collided;
Their fates must have just coincided!
True love? A mad fling?
Just a physical thing?
When they fucked she still hadn’t decided!
In the heat of the night
Furtive, into her bedroom he crept;
They made love, which was lovely, except
That, although he came twice,
It just would have been nice
Had it not all occurred while she slept!
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Uplifting
They made love, standing up, in the lift:
It was daring, erotic and swift,
And apart from the thrill,
There was no hotel bill:
It was done less from lust than from thrift!