Their relationship, once in the pink…
Lots of sex, all it took was a wink…
They still rooted, and stuff,
But it wasn’t enough;
They just sort of, like, felt out of sync.
Tag: pink
Turkish delight
They call Fatima “Turkish delight”;
Soft, brown skin, pink inside, sweet to bite!
Tasting, smelling of roses.
Sniff! Lick, as she dozes!
A thousand nights fucked, and still tight!
Epicurean curiosity
Woman’s clitoris, delicate, tiny,
Concealed, pink, pearly and shiny,
Peruse not in haste;
One should savour the taste,
Strangely sweet to the tongue, and yet briny!
Close encounter of the first kind
It was moist, pink, off-putting a bit,
Like a plump fig, so ripe it had split.
It was dripping with juice,
But what possible use?
Taste it? Poke it? His finger might fit.
Sugar-mummy 2
“Come to bed, my sweet boy!” she cajoled,
Her voice husky and barely controlled.
“I’m no blushing young bride,
But we’re all pink inside!
Be a good lad, and do what you’re told!”
The trap
It was pink, its mouth drooled, it was hairy,
Quite gross, and decidedly scary!
Her titties were nice,
But were meant to entice
Boys like him, who were young and unwary!
Self-discovery
She explored her moist pink indentation,
And found she enjoyed the sensation
Of something inside her.
She spread herself wider;
This marvellous thing, masturbation!
At the doctor
With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!
Starlight
The stars were romantic and twinkly;
His penis grew less and less wrinkly.
Her breasts hovered, white,
Like twin moons in the night,
And her labia winked at him pinkly.
Colour code
When a woman wears something see-through,
You can watch how her skin changes hue;
Pink or white, say, at rest,
Flushing red when caressed,
When she’s cold, shades of purple and blue.