Though she’d called him a fool… a bit harsh…
Naked, twirling his silly moustache…
On his damn knees, no less,
Still, she had to confess,
She admired his bloody panache!
Tag: moustache
The downside of facial hair
With his bristly moustache and his beard,
Round mouth and plump lips, it appeared…
Quite simply uncanny…
Well, just like a fanny…
Or, bluntly… a cunt, which was weird.
Panache
Even naked, the man had panache,
Cock upstanding, his bristling moustache…
Should she say, to be blunt,
That it tickled her cunt?
It might be, although true, a bit harsh.
The low moral ground
“God! You smell like low tide in a marsh!”
She exclaimed, which he thought a bit harsh.
“Wash or shave, you choose which;
You’ve been fucking some bitch,
And her cunt’s still all through your moustache!”