She just, somehow, still felt ill at ease…
He’d asked nicely. He’d even said please.
Having shown him her tits,
If she now then permits,
Would he be satisfied with a squeeze?
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Body language
From his hands on her tits, and his leer,
His motive’s abundantly clear…
Resigned to her fate,
(Anyway, it’s too late),
She’ll be screwed, it would rather appear!
Overtime
In the store room, most days, after work…
Don’t most bosses have some little quirk?
She gets down on her knees,
Gets her tits out to squeeze,
While she gives him a suck, or a jerk!
Discrimination
In their tree-house, the boys have a club.
The NO GIRLS rule, she takes as a snub.
She wants in, she admits…
Should she show them her tits?
Maybe give all their willies a rub?
Castaways
Tropic island, a still, blue lagoon…
Boy and girl, naked, shimmering moon…
They’re comparing their bits…
Now he’s sucking her tits…
She’ll be fucked, if they aren’t rescued soon!
Faux pas
When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!
Epiphany
She thought “Yep, I’m beyond overweight…
Floppy tits, the big belly… not great!
All this fat! To be blunt,
Hard to find my damn cunt!
Little wonder I can’t get a date!”
First date
Push-up bra, panties scraps of white lace,
She’ll at least let him get to first base,
Maybe feel her tits…
Pussy damp, where she sits,
She thinks “Yeah, fuck me too… watch this space!”
Degustation
Her arse cheeks hanging out of her skirt,
Flimsy, clingy excuse for a shirt…
Tasty titbits to munch,
Juicy pussy for lunch,
And her sweet little arse for dessert!
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!