She was strait-laced, a prude and a stickler…
Her husband could not have been fickler…
One night, just for fun,
He quite brought her undone,
With champagne and a rubber French tickler/
Tag: rubber
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
At the doctor
With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!
It's complicated
Sex involved, for him, ropes, whips and canes,
Dildos, leather and rubber and chains:
She, in turn, understood,
And the sex was damn good,
Worth a few little bruises and sprains!