One would think a root quite hard to botch;
Wham, bam into a slippery crotch!
Though it’s not rocket science
Or battling with giants
It might depend who’s there to watch.
Tag: public sex
Queue-jumping
In the queue she stood nervously waiting,
Not caring that she was creating
A scene. Let them stare!
She was only aware
Of the toy in her pussy vibrating!
Tasting notes
Underneath her skirt, somebody snuffled;
A voice mumbled something, but muffled.
She didn’t reply,
Didn’t speak! Nor did I,
As she sipped at her wine, quite unruffled!
Plucky
Though a bit worse for wear, she felt proud;
He was scarily hugely endowed.
Neither he nor she thought
That she could, or she ought,
But she did, which delighted the crowd!
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Utter bliss
Children tittered, their elders tut-tutted.
“Like animals!” somebody muttered.
Lewd and lascivious,
Rudely oblivious,
Blithely they shamelessly rutted!
Modern Miss
She’d been wined and dined… drunk and well fed,
In the taxi she’d given him head;
They’d fucked in the toilet,
It seemed it might spoil it,
To boringly just fuck in bed!