He drawled “Mate! Though a bloke shouldn’t gloat,
She does ev’rything! Even deep throat!
Tits! God! Wait till you see!
And she reckons she’ll be
Old enough, come next August, to vote!”
Tag: tits
Life study
Draped in only a small scrap of gauze,
She reclines, while he busily draws.
“Just turn this way a bit,”
He says. “Show me more tit,
My wife’s breasts are dull things, beside yours!”
Left-over hippy
Grey-haired, pretty, a left-over hippy,
Great tits still, spaced out, often trippy,
Nude most of the time,
But, hey! That ain’t no crime!
(Though, in winter, a little bit nippy!)
Repartee
“You have beautiful _______”, (hands) (buttocks) (tits)
He said, fondling her _________. (arm) (bum) (pink bits)
She replied, “Is that so?
_________! (Thank you) (Piss off) (Let go)
Fuck yourself anywhere that it fits!”
Value for money
It was straightforward fucking, no frills.
For her part, it just helped pay the bills.
She was pretty enough,
Bouncy tits, a trimmed muff;
The men got what they wanted, cheap thrills!
Decency
Her thin smock, worn for decency’s sake,
Was threadbare, much too small, and opaque;
There was so little to it,
Her tits showed right through it!
He’d squeeze them, but then she might wake.
Observing the niceties
Said the butler with suitable deference,
“Madam, you’ll pardon the reference.
Still, I must say
That that dress does display
Your tits well, as a matter of preference!”
Apparition
At the sight of her, nude, his eyes goggled.
To think… He could not; his mind boggled!
He reached out to clutch…
Warm, soft, smooth to his touch!
As she giggled, her pretty tits joggled.
The quickie
She said “Mmm, do you fancy a quickie?”
His hand found her hot, moist and sticky,
Her tits nice to squeeze,
As she parted her knees.
“Just my cunt. From in front. Nothing tricky!”
The aesthete
When he looked at girls’ breasts, a paralysis
Gripped him, but then, on analysis,
Later, alone,
(Had the poor girl but known),
He decided the best tits were Alice’s.