Fancy dress and masks… perfect disguise!
No names needed, no bullshit, no lies…
Just go find some dark spot…
Up her like a damn shot…
Which she wants, you can see in her eyes!
Tag: quickie
Kitchen concupiscence
While the children played out in the yard,
She compliant, he randy and hard,
Their polite dads and mums
Sipped their tea and dropped crumbs,
As he eased his way in with some lard.
A keeper
At the bar, I met someone called Vicki,
I thought would be good for a quickie.
She screwed me all night,
She was horny and tight,
And next morning suggested a sickie.
Seed saving
As he thrust himself in, to the hilt,
She exclaimed, “Are you scared it might wilt?”
He said “Pardon my haste,
But I do deplore waste,
And I’d hate to see good semen spilt.
Cloncurry
Said a bloke to a girl in Cloncurry,
“My dear, there’s no need to worry:
Your mum’s in the yard,
And your sister’s on guard,
We’re quite safe, but we do need to hurry!”
Greased lightning
A young lady I know is quite manic,
Her manner of fucking galvanic:
She starts at a pace,
Like it’s some sort of race,
And from then on, just hang and don’t panic!
Go slow
At the act of love, be not too brisk,
It is fraught with lamentable risk.
Indiscriminate fucking,
With kicking and bucking,
Might cause one to rupture a disc.
Actions louder than words
In the much more relaxed tropic latitudes,
People have sensible attitudes:
“How do you do,”
And then on with the screw,
And to hell with the small talk and platitudes!
Opportunity knocks
As he burst in on Madam’s seclusion,
Said Jenkins, “Forgive my intrusion,
But cook’s run amuck,
And I thought we might fuck,
While the household is still in confusion.”
Aplomb
In the night, or at least after dusk,
On his mattress of coconut husk,
Lest he lose his aplomb
The expatriate Pom
Fucks his wife in a manner most brusque.