When her mother said “Daughter, beware!”
And advised her take care what she wear,
She said “Honestly, Mum!
No, you can’t see my bum!
Nor my tits! He’ll do what? Touch me where?”
Tag: tits
If
Were he ten years younger and bolder!
Nice tits. Her dress hung off one shoulder.
He let out a sigh.
She looked straight in his eye.
Were she only, too, just a bit older!
Facing up to it
She was friendly, good-looking, but dumb;
Pretty face and great tits, a nice bum.
Once he’d got her undressed,
Though she did do her best…
When he came… she was all overcome!
Self-doubt
Did the things she imagined occur?
Dreams or flashbacks? Last night was a blur!
But her tits… sore and bruised!
From her pussy there oozed…
Could that woman who did this be her?
The fish in the sea
Cupcake-breasted, petite, elfin-faced?
Or more earthy, tits down to her waist?
Does she need to be wooed?
Is she sluttish and crude?
In the end, it all comes down to taste!
Married life
Her bum’s big, her tits starting to sag.
If he told her she’d just say “Don’t nag!”
He smiles, sneaking a look;
She’s a pretty good cook,
And she still gives a bloody good shag!
Not a good time
She had PMT, moody and grumpy,
Feet swollen, her tits sore and lumpy.
He wanted a fuck!
He was shit out of luck!
Or the way to one winding and bumpy!
Best laid plans
Her tits joggled and swayed, unsupported;
His eyes goggled, watching, and watered!
He jerked himself sore,
Would have liked to do more,
But she screamed, and his scheming was thwarted.
Willy-nilly
She was pretty and buxom, but silly;
Her bras and her panties were frilly.
She’d strip off when hot,
Got her tits out a lot,
And she called a man’s penis a “willy”!
Shagworthy
Although skinny, her knees and wrists knobbly,
Her tits are humungous and wobbly,
And though not a slag,
If you ask for a shag,
Though she’ll grumble, she’ll still say yes, prob’ly.