On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
Tag: tits
A peculiar thing
A girl’s bra’s quite a curious thing,
Just two triangles, joined by some string
That uncertainly sits
On her unruly tits
Which would much rather dangle and swing.
Reality check
He decided he’d just be direct,
And said “Great tits! You wouldn’t object
If I had a quick feel,
To see if they’re real?”
“They were”, she said, “last time I checked.”
Suspicion
When he squeezed, he began to suspect
She had fake tits, which, were he correct,
Might persuade him to quit,
So he tickled her clit,
To distract her a bit while he checked.
Initiation
She was big-bosomed, freckled and hairy;
The boy thought her sexy, but scary.
She showed him her tits,
And her moist, bushy bits,
Which he poked and squeezed, randy but wary.
Consuming passion
As a sexual service consumer,
Beware of false promise and rumour;
If tits are inflated,
The girl’s over-rated;
It helps to keep one’s sense of humour!
The bottom line
The third blonde from the left would be suitable,
Maybe… in fact, indisputable:
Nice face, great figure,
(Tits could have been bigger).
On balance, though, totally rootable!
Easy come, easy go
Getting in her was almost too easy;
Her fanny was loose-lipped and greasy,
Her tits big and floppy,
The fit rather sloppy,
The whole thing, in fact, a bit sleazy.
Raunch
He was fond of a nice bit of raunch;
Tits and pussy, a well-rounded haunch.
His pulse raced, his eyes glazed,
His mouth drooled as he gazed,
And his prick slithered under his paunch.
German frauleins
German frauleins are sturdy and buxom,
Big titties, and don’t mind who sucks ’em,
With thighs like young trees,
They can use just to squeeze,
Or to buck under whomever fucks ’em.