An uncaring seducer called Sandy
Plies women with whisky and brandy:
It’s very reliable,
Makes them more pliable:
Better than flowers and candy!
Tag: seduction
In
Though his motives were plainly inferior,
Slowly the poor girl grew wearier,
Feeling some friction,
Then, stranger than fiction,
She found he was in her interior!
The getting
Having chased her and finally got her,
He worked her up hotter and hotter:
He lifted her skirt,
Saying “Hush, this won’t hurt.”
He was right, but no less of a rotter!
Etchings
Said a young man, intent upon lechery,
“Come up and look at my etchery.”
Not much impressed,
The young lady addressed
Said “Tomorrow perhaps, but not yet cheri!”
The lady at her toilet
With her long silky hair in loose coils,
She bathes nightly in Indian oils,
Anoints her vagina
With perfumes from China:
Oh, fortunate man she thus spoils!
Hyphenated
He was crude, he blasphemed; she was shocked,
Yet, somehow, in a trice, was un-frocked,
And un-bra-ed and un-knickered,
Sweet-talked, and hard liquored,
Deflowered, and gone off half-cocked!
Getting to the point
Said my dad, “Lad, seduction’s an art:
There are three ways to win a girl’s heart.
You can say it with flowers,
Or verse, which takes hours,
Or just say “Lie down, legs apart!”
The price
He dismissed both the butler and maid,
And he pulled down the living-room shade.
He said “Sit by the fire.
Come, lift your skirt higher.
You know, dear, how well you’ll be paid!”
Countdown
Shining skin and firm tits… in full bloom!
If she’ll only come up to his room,
He can try out the fit
Of her tight little slit…
Up her cunt like a rocket… Vroom! Vroom!
Oh boy!
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!