In her bum-hugging little black dress,
Just containing her tits, more or less,
If a chap tries his luck,
Whispers “Fancy a fuck?”
You could say she’s already said yes!
Tag: tits
More sinned against than sinning
Sleazy bastard, disgusting and beastly!
To squeeze her tits! Bloody unpriestly!
Just touching his prick
Made her feel quite sick,
And the taste of his semen, not leastly!
Non-gender-specific
She was cute as a button, or cuter,
Great tits and nice arse, a mad rooter!
She didn’t much care
About how, when or where,
Man or woman, uncertain or neuter!
All in the family
She stands, dripping. He stares. Damn intrusive!
Her step-dad as well… so abusive!
Though, truth to admit,
It’s just this kind of shit,
To which flashing her tits is conducive.
Relatively speaking
Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
Rite of passage
Cherry popped, she felt changed, somehow girlier,
Tits firmer, pubic hair curlier,
Flirty, not shy,
Mildly wondering why
She’d not got herself rooted much earlier!
A head start
Though tits-wise she had not much to show,
Getting rooted might be touch and go.
“Want to give me some head?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said.
Better quick than just that much too slow!
Splitting hairs
Though my client, Your Honour, admits
She wore dresses with rather high slits,
And tight shirts, and no bra,
Still her boss went too far,
When he called out “Garn! Show us your tits!”
Overcome
She would, later on, frequently wonder where
Things went wrong. Touching him, under there!
Something came over her…
There in the clover… her
Tits… face… hands… belly and underwear!
Wild West 8
She grew up in a house on the prairie,
All innocent, pretty, unwary…
But then caught the eye
Of strange men passing by,
When tits grew, and her pussy got hairy.