She not so much walks in as, well, slinks,
Catches some fellow’s eye and she winks;
Tits half out of her dress,
Her arse too, more or less
The damn cheeky, damn hot little minx!
Tag: tits
Self-awareness
What’s a man to do? Who could help lusting?
So beautiful, young, and so trusting!
“Damn perv!” he admits,
As he fondles her tits.
Even he thinks he’s bloody disgusting!
A grey area
“Want a fuck?” he says. “Yeah. In your dreams!”
Then he squeezes her tits, and she screams!
So, of course, he lets go.
Did she mean like “yeah, no”?
More like, maybe, just no. So it seems.
Humbert
Feeling guilty, somewhat self-disgusted,
He looked at her, helplessly lusted!
So vibrant, so young,
Perfect tits, lips bee-stung…
And so trusting! But could he be trusted?
Focus
Had she not been so damn near-sighted,
She might not have got so excited;
His fondling her tits…
Had she seen he had zits,
Might have left her… well… less than delighted!
Persuasion
Captain Armstrong was terribly dashing,
His uniform looked simply smashing,
Thought Claire, at the dance,
As she hoped that his glance
Had caught sight of the tit she was flashing!
Accosted
Sidling up to him, tiddly, well-liquored,
She purred, “Wanna do somethin’ wicked?”
Her tits brushed his arm,
As he blushed in alarm.
The damn slut, known by all as loose-knickered!
The whole more than the parts
A nice pussy. Perhaps a bit loose,
Snug enough though, and plenty of juice.
A nice arse and great tits,
And the sum of the bits
This girl knows how to put to good use!
Populist politics
“To the whipping post! Let her be scourged!
Flog the blasphemous bitch!” the crowd urged.
Sentenced, publicly stripped,
Satisfyingly whipped…
She had very nice tits, it emerged.
Propriety
The come-ons of the pretty young whores,
In their snippets of satin and gauze…
Splendid tits, a nice arse…
As he hurries to pass,
Mr. Charles James Esq. ignores.