My Aunt Mary, a bit of a shocker,
Improved the design of her rocker…
A big wooden prick,
Through a hole, on a stick…
And renamed it Aunt M’s auto-cocker!
Tag: prick
A visceral sensation
The young fool seemed contented to dally,
To banter, to damn shilly-shally!
She wished he’d just stick
His big (hopefully) prick
Up inside the warm tripes of her belly!
The cut of his jib
A trained eye, she could tell at a glance,
From his stance, and the cut of his pants,
All about a man’s prick…
Was it long? Was it thick?
If he felt like a bit of romance!
Taking charge of the situation
“My good man, must you be so obtuse?
Can’t you see my cunt’s dripping with juice?”
She exclaimed. “That’s the trick!
Stick that lovely big prick
Where the damn thing will be of most use!”
The digital age
He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
The naive and sentimental lover
There’s this thing about screwing I hate;
When she comes, starts to moan and gyrate,
Getting off on my prick.
I’m like, what’s with this chick?
Be my guest! Come some more, while I wait!
Tactless
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
More sinned against than sinning
Sleazy bastard, disgusting and beastly!
To squeeze her tits! Bloody unpriestly!
Just touching his prick
Made her feel quite sick,
And the taste of his semen, not leastly!
Heraldic device
That her virtue be taken so cheaply,
His prick rampant, rising so steeply,
With one savage thrust,
In a wild fit of lust!
Betrayed trust! It affected her deeply.
Sweet talk
“You got nice little titties,” he wheezed,
“But they’re small, for a grown-up,” he teased.
“And your prick ain’t that big,
You fat, greasy old pig,”
She said, letting her nipples be squeezed.