She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Tag: sweat
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
Excelsior
He loved watching her shake and perspire;
The posture was making her tire.
With each stroke, he swore,
He drove in a bit more;
With each thrust, he was taking her higher!
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!
The maid's lament
On the maid’s lip small sweat droplets beaded,
Her winks and her pouts gone unheeded;
“At least have a look!”
She exclaimed to the cook,
As she offered her breasts to be kneaded.
Nitty-gritty
With her eyes closed and tight-gritted teeth,
Breathless, sweating, she writhed underneath;
He rolled, wobbled and heaved,
And she, somewhat aggrieved,
Hissed “My God! You’re tho fucking obethe!
Ground to a halt
Naked, sweating, they grapple and wrestle;
Loins grind like a mortar and pestle,
Hearts pound in their chests,
Hot sweat drips from her breasts,
Where, exhausted and spent, he’ll soon nestle.
Sensual woman
She smelled spicy, and musky, and sweet;
Enough fat, enough succulent meat;
Slightly gamey to taste;
With some oil to baste,
Good enough, salty-sweated, to eat!
Fireglow
They were fucking in front of the fire;
The warmth made them flush and perspire.
Their bellies were wet,
Slick with each other’s sweat:
With each thrust, he slapped into her higher.
Tour de force
She had breasts best described as pneumatic,
Her love-making quite acrobatic;
Her firm buttocks clenched,
Panting, moaning, sweat-drenched,
Till she came in a manner ecstatic!