Her ripe body he couldn’t but covet…
He knew in his heart that she’d love it…
Awake, late at night,
He dreamed dreams of her tight
Secret places he wanted to shove it.
Tag: tight
Beyond reasonable doubt
Says he’s got a big cock, which I doubt,
She thinks… maybe it should be tried out…
Yep! A monster alright…
In fact so fucking tight,
Pulled her whole fucking cunt inside out!
Apprehending the truth
She undressed. His cock stood to attention!
It filled her with great apprehension.
It filled her alright!
Good and hard, Good and tight,
Pretty plainly, of course, his intention!
First time lucky
“We’ll that wasn’t too bad!” she’d said, brightly.
“Tight fit, but it only hurt slightly!”
Still, though, a bit shocked
That he’d gone off half-cocked…
Half-way in… so she’d been let off lightly.
Feeling it in her bones
Although virginal, tight, tense and narrow,
His cock, long, hard, straight as an arrow,
Plunged in to the bone!
Though she let out a moan,
She was secretly thrilled to the marrow!
Turkish delight
They call Fatima “Turkish delight”;
Soft, brown skin, pink inside, sweet to bite!
Tasting, smelling of roses.
Sniff! Lick, as she dozes!
A thousand nights fucked, and still tight!
Heaven on a stick
She came just to his elbows in height,
Tits not big but not small, about right;
She could perch on his prick
Like a doll on a stick
Or a glove on his hand, but more tight!
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
Catholic guilt
Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
Sweater
Her breasts fought like two cats in her sweater,
No brassiere, either, to fetter
His naked delight:
It was thin, it was tight,
God! If only her sweater were wetter!