Pussy trickling a seminal ooze,
Down her thighs, squishing into her shoes,
Too far out of it, though,
To care, even to know
It was there, let alone wonder whose!
Tag: semen
Rapture
Smitten, awestruck, enraptured, she gazed,
By excess of desire quite crazed,
As his penis unfurled,
Rampant, droplet be-pearled,
Like the leg of a beast, God be praised!
Beads and trinkets
For a necklace, some such gaudy trinket,
She might … but no! Don’t even think it!
To suck’s bad enough,
But to swallow the stuff!
In a wine glass… would anyone drink it?
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?
Yuk!
No, she thought, men are not to be trusted,
Disheartened, dismayed and disgusted,
The fuck’s bad enough,
Let alone the vile stuff,
With which most of her clothes was encrusted.
Plum in her mouth
Just at home, but her accent still plummy,
At breakfast she said “You know, Mummy,
I know we discussed
Sex and all that. It’s just …
Well, you never said semen’s so yummy!”
A long night
A long night. She’d got pretty much pickled,
Kissed someone whose beard had tickled.
Woke up in bad shape,
With her pussy agape,
From which somebody’s semen still trickled.
But sperm can swim
She could seem pretty smart, when it suited;
She never, she said, ever rooted,
Except in the sea,
Where the semen would be
If not washed clean away, then diluted.
More sinned against than sinning
Sleazy bastard, disgusting and beastly!
To squeeze her tits! Bloody unpriestly!
Just touching his prick
Made her feel quite sick,
And the taste of his semen, not leastly!
Human interest story
She was found wearing just her red shoes,
Caked with semen, nobody knew whose,
Silly grin on her face ;
A mysterious case,
Although only page 9 in the News.