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?
Tag: tits
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.
Virtual reality
Her soft tits, her lips, so real-seeming!
Oh shit! Not again! Only dreaming.
He sobbed, as he lay,
His mind stuck on REPLAY,
And his hard little penis live-streaming!
Summer of love
She was fifteen. Her name was… what? Julie?
Age, names didn’t bug us unduly.
Free love, lots of weed…
Well, what more did we need?
She had nice tits. She smelled of patchouli.
Outstanding
She was quite justifiably proud
Of the tits with which she’d been endowed;
With a cleavage like that
And nice shoes, the right hat,
Well, a woman stood out in the crowd!