Though her tits are just bumps on her ribs,
“I might marry you one day” he fibs.
She says “I love you too…
When I’m ready to screw,
And I’m old enough to, you’re first dibs!”
Tag: screw
Such sweet sorrow
Should he screw her one more time or go?
Pleasure his to indulge or forgo…
He was hard enough still…
Though beginning to spill,
That sweet pussy was worth one more go!
The mating urge
Shifty-eyed, always on the alert
For new women with whom he can flirt;
Any woman will do
For a casual screw,
Young or old, anything in a skirt!
Something askew
A good-time girl, not one to eschew
A few drinks, an anonymous screw,
Although many a night,
When she got home, she might
Lack her panties, perhaps, or one shoe.
The star
The best thing about stardom and fandom,
These guys, she could fuck them at random!
Screw one, two a night,
Say one black, then one white.
Maybe two at a time, fucking tandem!
Freshness
Teenage girls seem to come with a use-by date,
Stamped on their arse, “Cherry lose-by date”.
Anxious to screw,
They don’t worry much who;
They want cock, be it how big or whose by fate!
Love at first sight
What a body! Quite bloody incredible!
Pussy decidedly edible!
God, what he’d do,
For just one little screw!
Oh so beddable, possibly weddable!
Half tempted
Being pretty and blonde and well-rounded,
She found she was constantly hounded;
Men wanting to screw,
More disgusting things too…
Which might not be as bad as they sounded!
Green fingers
What on earth must his friends, if he’s got any,
Think of his passion for botany?
What does he do?
Does he drink? Does he screw,
Or just wank, to relieve the monotony?
Degrees of intimacy
What’s the rule, he thought, scratching his head,
About when can a man fart in bed?
Not till after the screw?
If she farts before you?
Should he ask her? No… Better unsaid.