I’ve been told the Swiss do it on skis,
Where the organs of lesser men freeze.
It takes judgement and balance,
But such are their talents,
They do it with consummate ease!
Tag: outdoor sex
B&S Ball
One late Saturday night, young Miss Brazier
Was made love to, outside, by a grazier.
He kept on his hat,
She’s quite certain of that,
But the rest is a great deal hazier!
Consideration
Having humbly his bowler hat doffed,
Jiggs, the butler respectfully coughed,
And said “Madam, the dirt
And the gravel will hurt:
One should fuck on the grass, where it’s soft.”
Not done
“Oh my God! This is simply not done!”
She cried… “Naked, the breeze, the hot sun…
Fucking out by the pool!
A damn woman’s a fool…
But, by golly, you bastard, what fun!”
Tryst
She’d gone out on the heath for a ramble,
In hope they might meet, a sly gamble.
They did, indeed, too…
No-one saw, no-one knew,
And they kissed… which was just the preamble!
Communing with nature
A nice picnic, a jolly fine outing…
A fuck in the sunshine, her shouting
“Fuck! Fuck!” And his name…
How she screamed when she came!
And her sweet cunt, deliciously pouting.
Out in the open
She was caught naked, fucking outdoors;
When asked why, she just said “Just because …
Fucking life’s such a bore!
Why not act like a whore?
And if that doesn’t suit you, up yours!”
Making a spectacle of oneself
“Well it does, rather, yes, give one pause,
To be publicly rooted, outdoors,
And to come, then, as well!
Strangely, though, truth to tell,
One did rather enjoy the applause!
Relationship on the rocks
“Oh my God!” she said, (more like a screech),
“When I said to you, back on the beach,
That I felt, you dumb jock,
Like a shag on a rock,
It was only a figure of speech!”
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!