She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.
Tag: root
Gentility
“Please be gentle!” she whispers, and sighs.
“I’m a virgin!” she blatantly lies.
He, insensitive brute,
Just says “Fuck that! Let’s root!”
Having seen through her little disguise!
Aussie sheilas
Aussie sheilas are mostly good sorts,
Like a joke and a drink, damn good sports,
Cook a feed, open gates,
Root a man. And his mates…
It’s as if they could read a bloke’s thoughts!
Wild woman
She behaved in a manner that bordered
On decadent, wicked, disordered;
Booze, drugs, orgies too,
With complete strangers, who
When not rooting her, laughed and applauded!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”
The getting of wisdom
The young governess-cum-private-tutor,
To William, confirmed self-polluter,
Was not of much use,
But for more self-abuse,
While imagining ways he might root her.
Honk if you’re horny
Feeling horny, she honked her left hooter…
Undressed, even sexier, cuter!
He didn’t know yet,
But was willing to bet
That she’d be an insatiable rooter!
The pragmatist
Pushing thirty, almost a recluse,
What would any girl do, in her shoes?
A nice bloke, a good suit;
Dinner, drinks, then a root.
At her age, could she still pick and choose?
Alpha male
“Should I fuck him?” she thinks. “Yes! I will!”
Just the thought of it gives her a chill!
Such a big, ugly brute,
Quite a challenge to root!
What a wild, crazy risk! What a thrill!
Buyer beware
Since they hadn’t been caught in the act,
That she’d fucked wasn’t known for a fact.
A more suitable suitor
Was found than the rooter,
Her virtue, he thought, still intact.