Yes, she’d felt a distinct, mild foreboding;
The flowers … some sort of encoding,
A message of sorts,
About lecherous thoughts,
Of his cock in her pussy, uploading!
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Here Kitty, Kitty!
Her sweet pussy, fur soft as a kitten!
He stroked it, kissed, licked it, quite smitten.
What joys in there hid?
Did she yearn as he did?
If sharp teeth, then he longed to be bitten!
Getting back to nature
Naked, no awkward clothing to hamper,
Her pussy grew steadily damper!
They rolled on the grass,
His hands clutching her arse …
Yes indeed! She was one happy camper!
Playing the odds
Since she hadn’t, in fact, said no, yet;
Since her pussy, he knew, was so wet;
Since she’d given him head,
And lay nude on his bed,
She was up for a root, yeah, no sweat!
The rhythm of life
Young and innocent, blindly enamoured,
“I l… l… l… love you!” she stammered,
Her tits flapping round,
Her words drowned by the sound
Of her pussy (Thump! Slap!) being hammered!
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
The ruined damsel
Pussy gaping and dribbling, fresh-poked,
“Alas, ruined, poor damsel!” she joked.
“Yep, that’s it, now, I guess;
I’m a slut, more or less!
Times like this, a girl wishes she smoked!”
Slips of the tongue
Caution, care to the winds long since flung,
She to small shreds of dignity clung;
Naked, racked by desire,
Her pussy on fire,
Soft nips, teasing slips of the tongue!
Buying hay for another man’s horse
Pussy-whipped or a saint? Man or mouse?
Or enlightened, non-bitter ex-spouse?
While he paid all the bills,
Found religion, took pills,
His ex-wife fucked new men in his house!
Coming attraction
She’d sucked, nibbled the tip, rubbed her lips with it,
Brushed her bush, pussy and hips with it;
“Big boy!” A smile.
We can fuck in a while,
But right now I’m just coming to grips with it!”