Her tits joggled and swayed, unsupported;
His eyes goggled, watching, and watered!
He jerked himself sore,
Would have liked to do more,
But she screamed, and his scheming was thwarted.
Tag: masturbation
Two in the bush
She’d somehow, just instinctively, known,
Whether supine or kneeling or prone,
Two was better than one,
Being screwed much more fun
Than her finger at home on her own!
A smattering of applause
Staring gob-smacked, the poor randy fool,
Stands there happily jerking his tool.
She pretends not to see,
And continues to pee,
While his mouth and his penis both drool.
Hands-on experience
When the boy’s hand deliciously strayed
Up to, into her panties and played,
She protested, but sighed,
Let two fingers inside,
Breathless, thrilled, although slightly afraid.
Self discovery
With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”
D.I.Y.
Masturbation’s a DIY measure
A pastime, when bored or at leisure.
Of course, it’s not love,
But, when push comes to shove,
Fucking’s also about one’s own pleasure.
Male-pattern hair growth
He’ll grow hair on his palms, go insane,
But sex occupies most of his brain;
Soggy tissues, stiff sheets,
Beating off while he eats.
Impolite, but the boy can’t refrain!
Alice, unexpurgated
Alice, curious, subject to whimsy,
This brillig day, randy and mimsy,
Began to caress
Herself under her dress;
Slithy, frabjous! Off, panties, so flimsy!
The thinking man’s crumpet
People call her “the thinking man’s crumpet”;
She’s more like the drinking man’s strumpet!
She says “What’s up Doc?”
While she rubs a man’s cock;
When it’s hard, lewdly winking, she’ll hump it!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”