They had sex every Thursday, which suited…
She’d dressed… but his ardour rebooted…
She mildly protested
But, easily bested,
Was soon unzipped, stripped and rerooted!
Tag: sex
The shrew
He liked sex, but his sex drive was flagging;
His shrew of a wife and her nagging,
Her cold, mocking tone
Put him off, while her own
Tits and arse, all her best bits, were sagging!
Sizing up
She found sex to be fairly essential,
Her lovers short term and sequential;
Good looks, sexy voice
Didn’t dictate her choice;
A big cock was the vital credential!
The idea of sex
Though, her whole life, she’d dreaded and loathed
The idea of sex, once betrothed,
Having kissed him, she found
She liked playing around
And, in fact was the first one unclothed!
A fraction too much friction
I’ve just had my first poke with my ex,
And I say, “Do you smoke after sex?”
She reacts kind of slow,
Puzzled, says “I don’t know.”
Laugh! I damn near choke, when she checks!
Vertex
It proved just as he’d rightly suspected;
By drawing two lines, which projected,
At thirty degrees,
Through her ankles and knees,
Her cunt lay where the lines intersected!
LOL
She smiled,musing “It’s awfully droll,
All this talk about God and the soul;
Lots of sex, drugs and booze
Is the life one should choose,
With a sound-track of loud rock and roll!”