Much as though it’s a nice itch to scratch,
Making love on a beach , there’s a catch…
There’s the risk and the fun,
The cool water, the sun…
And the sand and the shells up your snatch!
Tag: snatch
Oh Christmas tree
Bloody Christmas Eve night, of all nights!
Naked, tied up with damn twinkling lights!
Frosted hair, frosted thatch,
Candy cane up her snatch…
Silly season has just reached new heights!
How, she still doesn’t quite understand,
Does she find herself candles in hand,
Bloody star on her head,
Tinsel, silver, green, red…
And her feet in a bucket of sand?
“Want to do something special?” he’d said.
She’d said “Sure.” But look where it’s led!
Now he’s pulled out the stick,
And his candy-striped dick’s
Being pushed up her pussy instead!
Sloven
“Think I care what I look like?” she shrugs,
Tee-shirt hugging her big droopy dugs,
Yoga pants up her snatch,
As she gives it a scratch,
Slouching round in her greasy old Uggs.
Party-starter
Truth or Dare, that’s the name of the game;
Shame, embarrassment, sex thrills the aim.
So, she’s naked, (well natch!)
Red-faced, spreading her snatch…
But so far it’s all still pretty tame.
Snatch and grab
Though she fought tooth and claw, scratch and jab,
Still he groped, squeezed and poked; snatch and grab!
Panties gone, her dress torn,
She thought, beaten, forlorn,
“Why on earth did I not catch a cab?”
A nod as good as a wink
Having kissed her of course, which he has,
Squeezed her tits, grabbed her snatch, all that jazz,
Got some head, what the hell,
Then a man might as well
Say they’ve fucked, or at least as good as!
Heart-breaker
Handsome bastard, he had quite an aura;
He left girls both sadder and poorer.
Huge cock, ego to match;
A girl’s heart and her snatch,
If not broken, then battered and sorer!
So he reckoned
With a wink and a gesture, she beckoned;
Bold, buxom, delightfully fecund,
The young snatch of whom,
In a small upstairs room,
He could be up, and would, in a second!
The way to a girl's heart
She sat, charmingly poised and unruffled.
From under her skirt, where he snuffled,
He sent out dispatches,
Whilst breathing in snatches,
Impassioned, though fuzzy and muffled.