In an excess of mad festive folly,
Stark naked, there, under the holly,
Damn randy, well pissed,
In the mood to be kissed,
Or be fucked perhaps… That would be jolly!
Tag: randy
Snap snap!
She’d put out, and before very long,
Randy bitch, she was comin’ on strong…
Pokin’ out them big tits,
Horny out of her wits,
Jeans half-down, like, an’ snappin’ her thong!
Easy to please
Getting-off-wise, she’s not too selective…
Just make herself come’s the objective!
A man, if one’s handy,
Or else, when she’s randy,
A bottle or carrot’s effective.
Life’s a bitch
After five or six beers, she’s groggy…
And randy! Her knickers are soggy!
Next thing she knows, she’s
On her hands and her knees,
Being rooted by somebody, doggy!
Sabbatical
Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.
Counting tricks
Open-armed, open-mouthed, open-legged,
She’d said “Yes! Oh God, Yes!” Almost begged.
Pretty randy, you’d swear,
Bloody open misere,
Then she clammed up, the bitch, and reneged!
Shortening the odds
With the chance of a root looking slimmer,
Her randiness down to a simmer,
She hitched up her skirt.
“One more drink wouldn’t hurt,
Would it, though?” she thought, hope just a glimmer.
Young and restless
She was gawky, ill-mannered and restive,
Her clothing immodest, suggestive,
But randy as hell,
Her tits perky as well,
And the nipple rings certainly festive!
What are friends for?
Just another damn randy damn male!
Her best friend and all! Damn betrayal!
She’d thought he was joking;
Now naked, cock poking,
Her protests to little avail!
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?