Though she’d only just recently met him,
She knew that she’d never forget him;
His mouth, his dark eyes,
His strong hands on her thighs,
When he’d lifted her skirt, and she’d let him!
Tag: seduction
Vocational guidance
She’d had quite comprehensive instruction
In sex and the art of seduction,
To be good in bed
And, of course, to give head
With the right mix of friction and suction.
The dance
Just his voice, by its accent and timbre,
Somehow, when he asked her to samba…
His smooth latin charm,
Should have caused her alarm…
Flashing lights, if not red, at least amber!
Introductory offer
When she kissed him, she murmured “Although you
Perhaps think that I hardly know you,
Just leave it to me;,
If you like what you see,
There’s lots more, I’d be happy to show you!”
Persuasion
She had not been too hard to convince;
A few compliments, long looks and hints.
They’d gone out to a bar;
How had things gone this far?
“All too easy,” she thought, with a wince.
The long lunch
She’d gone out with him, only for lunch;
She’d said yes on a bit of a hunch,
And, impressed by his style,
His smooth talk and his smile,
Yes again, when it came to the crunch!
Highland fling
The lass spoke with a charming Scotch lilt;
She was young, and attractively built,
So he turned on the charm,
And he gave her a drachm,
In the hope he’d get into her kilt!
Fibber
His technique of seduction was glib;
Charm and wit, an occasional fib.
If a woman saw through him,
And did the same to him,
He’d smile, take a breath, and ad lib.
A muddle
She had got herself into a muddle:
A kiss and an innocent cuddle,
A couple of wines,
And his well-practised lines
Served her mind only more to befuddle!
Winners and losers
There’s a bloke I know, whom it amuses,
By charm, or by various ruses,
To coax into bed
Girls I’d never have said
Were that type… only beautiful losers.