So, he went to the party, just scoping,
To check out the chicks, vaguely hoping
One might want to dance…
Let him into her pants…
Well, it’s better than sitting round moping.
Tag: pants
Foreknowledge and foreplay
The poor bloke, had he known in advance,
He was in with a bloody good chance,
Would have not wasted time
On sweet talk, (what a crime!)
And just gotten straight into her pants!
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.
Antisocial media
Well of course, she was sort of offended,
Not only because it had ended,
Her Facebook romance…
Once he’d got in her pants…
It was more being fucked… then un-friended.
Pert
In polite terms, folk said she was pert;
She was impish and saucy, a flirt,
Bodice bursting its laces,
She loved the men’s faces
The stains on their pants when they’d squirt!
Flappers
In the Twenties, folks drank bootleg hooch,
And then down to the nightclub they’d mooch.
Pretty flappers would dance,
Without bras, with no pants;
More exciting, that way, when they’d smooch!
Lip reading
He could see the girl’s pussy lips move
Round the seam of her pants, and the groove
In between them, and they
Seemed distinctly to say
“From your own bulge, you seem to approve!”
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
Swoon
She gazed into his eyes, in rapt wonder:
His sexual spell she was under…
She swooned, in a trance…
While he took off her pants,
And her hymen was soon torn asunder.
Love at first sight
With her help, he unfastened her bra,
And he looked and thought “God! There they are!”
Then she took off her pants,
And from just a quick glance,
As he came, he was heard exclaim “Ahh!”