The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
Tag: root
Sisters
She had blonde pubes, her sister’s were carroty,
Fair, freckled; funny disparity.
Both of them cute,
And they both loved a root,
But comparison caused much hilarity!
The big no-no
“Get your kit off!” said Santa “Ho, ho!”
“Goodness gracious!” said Mary “No, no!”
But yes, yes, though, by golly,
All terribly jolly,
The root itself, though, just so-so.
Tomboy
Quite the tomboy, like one of the lads,
Had admirers though, still, in fact scads,
Drank and swore with the best,
A good root too, they guessed,
Unconfirmed, since they hadn’t the nads.
The best things in life are free
Growing up; such a giddy ascent!
Adolescent girls, keen to assent
To a casual root;
Young ripe bodies, so cute,
All for love, fucking free, not a cent!
The disconnect
“Want a root?” he asked. Rather succinct.
She’d thought love and sex pleasantly linked,
But not so, it would seem;
The brute act and the dream
Not divorced, but yet sadly distinct.
Instinct
Long, long hair, perfect tits, she was hot!
Pretty face, a great arse, the whole lot!
Sexy walk, so distinctive;
His feeling, instinctive,
Was root her her right there, on the spot!
Extraordinary circumstances
“Though I don’t root with men, ordinarily,
Just this once, then,” she said merrily.
“Maybe I’m pissed,
But well, since you insist,
I surrender myself voluntarily!”
Arguing the toss
When he wanted a root, she got cross;
She said “Frankly, I don’t give a toss.
Well, I will, but that’s all,
Or I’ll suck it. Your call.
And if that doesn’t suit you, your loss!”
Confidentiality
She looked like she might root. Well, potentially.
“Yeah”, said his mate. “Confidentially,
See that big bloke?
He says he’s had a poke,
And she’s good, but a slut though, essentially.”