She’d been screwed, she was led to surmise,
By the evidence, dried on her thighs,
As she yawned, when she woke,
In the bed of some bloke,
His identity one more surprise!
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Regret
Tears welled in her innocent eyes,
Her breasts heaved with her heart-broken sighs;
She’d been lied to and laid,
Been seduced and betrayed,
Love’s sweet juice still flowed warm down her thighs!
Mixed blessing
Catching sight of his cock, she cried “Bless me!
I wouldn’t have let you undress me,
If I’d known the size
Of that thing ‘twixt your thighs!
I can’t! Won’t… well, I might, if you press me!”
The crease
Between women’s smooth thighs is a crease,
With, above and around it, a fleece,
And, within it, soft lips,
From which oozes and drips
A sweet nectar! Will wonders not cease!
In good hands
When she touched it, she gasped at it’s size;
When she stroked it, God! What a surprise!
Through her fingers there slipped
Globs of stuff that now dripped
From her hands and her belly and thighs!
Bottoms up!
For a girl, she could handle her grog,
Till she passed out, and slept like a log.
When she rolled up her eyes,
Her skirt rucked up her thighs,
He thought “Fuck it! Why not, you sly dog?”
German frauleins
German frauleins are sturdy and buxom,
Big titties, and don’t mind who sucks ’em,
With thighs like young trees,
They can use just to squeeze,
Or to buck under whomever fucks ’em.
Mystique
Certain women possess a mystique,
Each, in some way, sublimely unique;
Perhaps beckoning eyes,
Or the turn of her thighs,
Or her smile when she’s taking a leak.
Medusa
Her loins gripped, like the coils of Medusa,
The prick of her would-be seducer,
Who cried, “I shan’t hurt you!
I’ll honour your virtue…
If you could just make your thighs looser!