The damn girl showed remarkable poise;
Naked, cameras, lights, all that noise,
A damn lens up her cunt,
Being poked back and front,
By men’s fingers and pricks and their toys!
Tag: naked
Courting customs
In most parts of the world, folks fuck starkers,
Though inuits keep on their parkas,
Those maori tattoos
Point out which woman’s whose,
And for foreplay, they dance naked hakas.
Narcissa
She admired her naked reflection,
Front, back, side-on, bloody perfection!
Too damn good for him,
She thought, choosing a slim
Silver vibrator from her collection.
The tryst
Thursday lunchtime, their regular tryst.
She was naked already. They kissed…
Fucked… She got up to pee,
Made a nice cup of tea.
Risk, intrigue… and guilt… That’s what he missed.
In a Scottish glen
Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the pride of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!
But wear a helmet
Underneath her skirt naked, wet, slick…
She bent down, gave the leather a lick…
Sat astride the hard saddle…
Slip-sliding astraddle…
Rode off… pedal, whir, giggle, click!
Baptism of fire
She approached sex a bit apprehensively,
Naked, but legs crossed defensively;
Having said yes,
She got fucked nonetheless,
North and south, pussy, mouth, comprehensively!
Kiss the cook
How delightful, he thought, to awaken,
Her modesty, long since forsaken,
His naked young wife
(Oh God! This is the life!)
At the stove, cooking fried eggs and bacon!
Getting back to nature
Naked, no awkward clothing to hamper,
Her pussy grew steadily damper!
They rolled on the grass,
His hands clutching her arse …
Yes indeed! She was one happy camper!
Sweet fruit, thorny tree
Though her manner was certainly truculent,
Naked, he thought, she’d be succulent!
Virgin, no doubt.
He was casting about
For a more fitting ajective: fuckulent?