She was getting a little concerned…
He was hard as a rock, she discerned,
But just standing there, dumb,
While she’s twerking her bum…
Silly boy, still so much to be learned!
Tag: seduction
String theory
Her bikini, cloth titbits and string,
By some magic continues to cling…
Nipple bumps, camel toe…
Like… How could he not know?
Although she does, of course. That’s the thing.
Vacancy
The young soldier checked into his billet…
Madame knew her way round a skillet…
“There’s also”, she said
“A warm place in my bed,
By the way, if you wanted to fill it.”
Pussy
The poor boy, he just looks so forlorn…
Someone murdered his cat, you’d have sworn!
She’ll seduce him, poor dear…
One fuck, it’s small beer…
Or many… she’s his until dawn!
Insecurity
She loved the boy, helplessly, madly,
Was willing to give herself gladly…
They’d kissed… Should she suck him?
Just strip off and fuck him?
Oh god! But what if it went badly?
Frisson
Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming,
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion,
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much as alarming!
Comely wench
Young and innocent, lied to and lured
Upstairs to his flat… and then skewered!
“Oh well,” she thought glumly,
Nude, cum-splattered, comely,
Poor wench… “Some things must be endured.”
The slippery path
If she followed the rank, slimy thread,
She could see where his blandishments led…
From this afternoon tea
To a walk by the sea…
To the stained, sweaty sheets on his bed!
Waste not, want not
Her intention, of course, to seduce…
And a man would be bloody obtuse
Not to play right along…
Well God! What could go wrong,
If he put her young cunt to good use?
Top shelf
Just a length of cloth, artfully draped,
Which hung, clung on her, fluidly shaped…
Nothing else but a smile…
God! The woman had style…
And a body that begged to be raped!