Posing naked showed daring and guile,
Leonardo mused. Mona had style!
And a tigress in bed!
(Best paint clothes on, instead.)
And that charming, faint post-coital smile!
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The icing on the cake
She’d had too many whiskies, she feared.
She’d lost her clothes too, it appeared.
And what was this goo,
Trickling out of her too,
On her tits and her face, caked and smeared?
The eye of the needle
He had worshiped her long, from afar;
Now, at last, as he murmured “Aha!”
She was naked. She sighed.
Her thighs parted, not wide,
But at least just a little ajar!
Porca Madonna
He was painting a modern nativity;
Naked, as was his proclivity,
Preoccupied,
It could not be denied,
By his model’s breasts’ plunging declivity!
History repeats itself
His true motive, at last, was revealed!
She vowed, though, this time she’d not yield,
Not like once before!
She’d get up off the floor,
Where she, naked and giggling, now kneeled.
Tch! Tch!
She laughed gaily. She wore not a stitch!
Uninhibited? Decadent? Which?
As she poured him a drink,
He chose just not to think…
She half-turned, gave her bottom a twitch!
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
No time like the present
Much and all as beforehand she’d lusted,
Once naked, the poor girl grew flustered.
She begged him, “Not now!”
But got fucked anyhow,
And she found that she quickly adjusted.
An unexpected visitor
He creeps into her room. Her pulse quickens.
He’s naked! She thinks “What the Dickens!”
She’s naked as well,
And turned on, truth to tell;
The plot lengthens and reddens, and thickens!
The bastard
Naked, oily, her skin and cunt glistening,
Noone to see, noone listening,
Loudly she came!
Though the child bore his name,
Still he didn’t turn up for the christening!