He was just a youth, callow and gangling;
Between those slim legs, though, was dangling
A prick like a horse,
Which she fancied, of course,
And would have, his with her legs entangling!
Tag: youth
No regrets
She regretted not one thing she’d done;
It was thrilling, outrageous and fun!
Crazy sex, drugs and booze…
One should never refuse!
One was only young once, wasn’t one?
Feckless youth
In his youth he was idle and feckless,
Impulsive, erratic and reckless,
Of no earthly use;
His whole life was a noose,
Dangling loose round his head like a necklace.