When she fucked she fucked hard, heart and soul,
Anytime, anywhere, any hole,
A hot body, although,
At like thirty or so,
You could see it was taking a toll.
Tag: promiscuous
The human race
“Men,” she said, “are just human resources.
Why marriages, nasty divorces?
Just fuck them and leave…
Want to know my pet peeve?
It’s that more of them aren’t hung like horses!”
Doing is knowing
She was fond of sex, supine or prone,
With a partner or two, or alone,
Always had been, it seemed…
As a kid, who’d have dreamed?
How she wished now that somehow she’d known!
The time of her life
She preferred to fuck extemporaneous,
Lovers oft contemporaneous,
Men, women, boys,
Her pet poodle, her toys
Any, all the above, miscellaneous!
Pleasing herself
Having long been a lady of leisure,
She sought each day new carnal pleasure,
With men or with boys,
Or with various toys,
And bananas were just made-to-measure.
Wishes do come true
There’s a friendly young lady called Trish,
You can have whensoever you wish,
And it’s many a night,
That it’s been my delight,
To bed down in her downy soft niche!
Hi Jean
Should you contemplate something obscene,
With a raunchy young lady called Jean,
Then at least wash your hands
After fondling her glands;
Well, who knows where the trollop has been?
Grace under pressure
In the throes of a torrid embrace,
Miss O’Toole maintains marvellous grace:
She indulges men’s whims
With her loins and her limbs,
But with never a hair out of place!
Medium fidelity
My new mistress, evasive and devious,
Asked had she acted mischievious,
Said “Not as such…
Well, not terribly much…
That is… nobody new, just my previous!”
What’s not to love?
Quite promiscuous, easily bored,
Oversexed, psychiatrically flawed,
She told off-colour jokes,
Blithely rooted strange blokes,
But was much loved still, even adored!