Just a stripper, but quite the artiste,
She kept time with the music, at least.
“Turn it up,” her boss said,
“Show some pussy instead.
Shake them tits too.” Insensitive beast!
Tag: tits
Imperfect recollection
Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.
Brevity, the soul of wit
Her short skirt and tight blouse were suggestive;
The men standing round her grew restive.
“Garn! Show us some tit!”
Said one notable wit.
Her sharp glance proved that looks are deceptive.
Through glasses darkly
It’s been said that men never make passes
At girls who wear thick horn-rimmed glasses;
That isn’t right, though,
It comes down, we all know,
To the size of their tits and their arses!
Self discovery
When he fondled her tits and talked smutty,
Her knees sagged, she just went to putty;
She found, to her shock,
As she straddled his cock,
Lurking under her skin someone slutty!
The rhythm of life
Young and innocent, blindly enamoured,
“I l… l… l… love you!” she stammered,
Her tits flapping round,
Her words drowned by the sound
Of her pussy (Thump! Slap!) being hammered!
Time and motion
He, like all men, has sex needs of course,
Satisfied without love or remorse;
Money, power, he’s found,
Keep the women around;
Tits and arses, a human resource.
Sleeping partner
“What a great arse! And such a sound sleeper!”
He thought, plunging into her deeper;
Nice tits, choice of holes,
Just like one of those dolls,
Or a proper girlfriend, only cheaper!
Good work ethic
Not a slut, though her morals are loose,
She puts out at the slightest excuse;
Great tits, arse, what the hell!
A damn girl might as well
Put the assets she’s got to good use!
Flattery will get you everywhere
He brought flowers and sweet-talked and flattered her;
Giggling and wriggling, she batted her
Eyelids, tits squeezed
Round his cock, which she teased,
Till he came like a fountain and splattered her!