Her loins gripped, like the coils of Medusa,
The prick of her would-be seducer,
Who cried, “I shan’t hurt you!
I’ll honour your virtue…
If you could just make your thighs looser!
Tag: prick
Going with the flow
Their wild foreplay, at times, comes to blows,
She grows frenzied, her love-mucus flows,
Her sex, swollen and slick
On his rampaging prick:
It’s the way women are, I suppose.
No picnic
Though she’d heard making love was no picnic:
Foreplay, she found out, was a quick lick,
A grope of her tits,
(Which just thrilled her to bits),
And then in to the hilt with his thick prick.