Circumstances however conducive,
To touch her might be called abusive.
The soundest advice…
Not to say she looks nice…
Even rooting her somewhat abusive.
Tag: rooting
Highfalutin
If she wasn’t so damn highfalutin,
A bit more straight talkin’, straight shootin’,
A fella might think,
Why not buy her a drink,
Then get down to some down to earth rootin’?
Shit happens
She’d gone out dressed decidedly daringly…
“Why me?” she wonders despairingly.
Wrong time, wrong place…
Cum all over her face,
As he’s rooting her, roughly, uncaringly.
Time to leave
“Watcha doin’ bitch, standin’ there nude?
You want rootin’? I ain’t in the mood.
Suck my dick maybe, though,
And then get up and go
Fetch a beer and cook me some food!”
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
We are not amused
Being royal has pluses and minuses;
Rooting, one night, late, their highnesses
Made such a din,
The equerry rushed in,
Making noises like clearing his sinuses!
With the benefit of experience
Bit stand-offish, a trifle reserved,
No spring chicken, but still well preserved,
Nice big natural tits;
Yes, a fellow admits,
A good rooting would be well deserved!
Legal opinion
The poor chap, dragged to court and indicted,
Protested the girl had incited
The rooting, of which
She accused him, the bitch,
It ain’t rape, if you’re fucking invited!
Crestfallen
Now that half-hard was all he could muster,
Well, rooting had quite lost its lustre,
Since yesterday’s cock,
To his sorrow and shock,
As they say, is today’s feather duster.
Taking her chances
She’s a slut and a sinner, yea verily,
Rooting her way through life merrily,
Destined for hell,
Anybody can tell!
Well perhaps… although not necessarily.