WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
Are you looking for someone perchance?
To partner in physical love’s erotic dance
It doesn’t matter to any of us though
If you just want to go at it with gusto
Maybe you have a penchant for a tart?
One of easy virtue but one with a heart
Or do you hanker more for a nympho
A raver to satisfy your burning libido
Does your bent lean towards a temptress
Or someone you can use as a mattress
No I think you look for more from your life
You are looking for a girl to be your wife
YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK
You don’t even have to ask
I am at your beck and call
If you have the urge
You can have me up against a wall
You don’t even have to ask
You don’t need to say please
Just snap your fingers
And I’ll be on my knees
You don’t even have to ask
Just unzip your trouser fly
Then I will do the rest
I’m always here to satisfy
You don’t even have to ask
We don’t even need to kiss
Just use me as a vessel
I will never ever resist
You don’t even have to ask
I am at your beck and call
But today like every day
You don’t notice me at all
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
DEAR PRUDENCE
I was given the challenge
Well in truth it was a bet
And the bet was to get a date
With Prudence the librarian
Whose coldness was legend
It would be a tall order
But I picked up the gauntlet
And headed to the library
I walked up to the desk
And there she stood
She was short in stature
But imposing nonetheless
Her countenance was severe
Thick chestnut hair
Pulled back off severely off her face
Her make up would best be described
As minimalist
And she peered at me
Over thick framed spectacles
She wore a chunky beige sweater
Two sizes too big which hid her shape
And a dark pleated skirt, knee length
Over thick black wool tights
And the not unattractive legs
Terminated into sensible shoes
I tried small talk
But she was not receptive
Her demeanor was positively frosty
Every enquiry she batted back to me in the negative
But despite everything
There was something about her that I liked
Something intangible
curiously she was not my type
in any way, but still there was something
So I decided to persevere
But because I wanted to
Not because I had to
So firstly I paid off on the bet
I wasn’t doing it for a stupid bet
But because of that intangible something
An itch I couldn’t scratch kind of thing
Realizing small talk would get me nowhere
I thought I would try a different tack
And converse with her on her own terms
I had to engage her intellect
So each day I would go to the library
And ask her to recommend a book
Which we could then discuss each day
And each day she thawed a little
Then I posed her questions,
History, Geography, the arts
I found her to be both knowledgeable and interesting
And I found that I was becoming interested
In the subjects we were discussing
And looked forward to our time together
As each day she thawed a little more
I wanted to have more
Than just the few precious hours at the library
But I didn’t want to undo what I had achieved
Upset the status quo
And refrigerate her again
Then at the end of one particular day
Prudence asked me
“Would you like to go for a coffee?”
I was speechless but nodded in the affirmative
Later she told me
She fell for me because I engaged her mind
And valued her for what was between her ears
And not what was between her legs
Or inside her sweater
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
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