WHEN AUNTY RUTH CAME TO VISIT
My Aunty Ruth came to visit
She wasn’t my real Aunty
She was my mum’s best friend
But she was a real beauty
Oh what a sight she was
To gladden a young mans eye
As she crossed her legs
Exposing an expanse of thigh
Another adjustment of her posture
Disclosed she was naked underneath
I could see right up her dress
All the way up to the heath
She knew I was looking at her
And I went very red indeed
Though I don’t know if she knew
That I filled my pants with my seed
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1
My thoughts are sinful
As when I look at your perfection
Your body a temple of purity
I think only of its desecration
CONCUPISCENCE # 1
I have a bar maid fantasy
I would like to serve her
Instead of her serving me
But the service I would perform
If I get my wish
Is to kiss her clitoris
Then with eager tongue
Bring her to climax
And taste the nectar
That sour musk
Of lusts honey
And drink of her
Like a fresh pulled pint
YOUNG LOVERS # 1
Your breasts small and pert,
Nipples deep pink and alert
Loins young and tender
Supple flesh in youthful splendour
My athletic muscular form
And endless stamina to perform
My jack in the box like phallus
What has now become of us?
WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1
What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Of you down on your knees
Attending to me orally
What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Was you wearing silk and lace
As you sit writhing on my face
What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Was to undress you in the office
And penetrate each orifice
What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasies
About sex with you all the while
Would you look at me and smile?
BRONCO FILLY
You would have said
She was attractive
Glamorous even, certainly alluring
Which aroused my physical desire
And in my lustful state
I could have creamed my jeans
Just looking at her
But I didn’t need to
There was a libidinous look in her eyes
And they were looking at me
So we began with a simple kiss
Which became more fervent
Her ardency led to torrid embrace
And her caress touched
Every erogenous point of sensitivity
Until she was sexually receptive
Like a beast in Oestrus
And she mounted me
Riding me like a bronco
Until I was tamed
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2
My thoughts are sinful
The sordid and lustful kind
I what to rip your clothes off
And roger you from behind
COME ON DARLING HEAR MY PLEA
Come on darling
Lets play hide the sausage
Let’s not hesitate
Come on darling hear my plea
Come on lets have a shag
You can choose which way
Monkey on a stick, reverse cowboy
Missionary or doggy fashion
Something new maybe
Like splitting the cicada
We can play with sex toys
I’ll insert ticklers up your vaginal canal
Or you can bite the pillow
For some penetration anal
If you don’t want a shag
A hand job or a tit-wank will do
Or please take it in the scull
I promise not to come in your face
When I tip my barrow
But you may get a pearl necklace
When I lose my load
You can sit on my face
Give me a golden shower
Get your knickers off
And I’ll give you a nosh
Just get your kit off
I promise to make you quiver and shiver
And shudder and judder
But please please remember
A sixty year old man
Should never waste an erection
LUCKY GUY
I knew from the look in her eyes
That I was the lucky guy
Who in some form or guise
Would get between her thighs
And hear her deep throated cries
Then revel at her climactic sighs
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 3
My thoughts are sinful
Of your beauty lavishly garnished
In a state of partial undress
Your fingers manicured and varnished
Toying with my shaft
Your reputation forever tarnished
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