Lingerie Paris lace, a fur stole,
Perfect tits, and a face like a doll,
Cunt as sweet as a peach;
What’s that figure of speech?
A girl’s fortune? Her ace in the hole!
Tag: tits
Forty’s the new thirty
Maybe forty, though still pretty spritely,
He fancies her, wrongly or rightly,
Nice tits, a nice bum,
Maybe somebody’s mum,
But she’s squeezing his dick pretty tightly!
Testing the boundaries
“Get your own tits out, can’t you?” he grumbles.
Inexpertly, cursing, he fumbles.
She shrugs off her bra.
“Help yourself! There they are,
But no touching my pussy!” she mumbles.
Gotta have a gimmick
Getting older, she said, is a drag;
Wrinkles, big bum, tits starting to sag.
So it’s old dog, new tricks!
Things come into the mix
Such as handcuffs, the whip and the gag!
Little black dress
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!
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!