PANDORA

 

Pandora was a bit of a trollop

You’d often find her round the docks

Though she would disagree

And thought herself a bit of a fox

But what made her more doxy than foxy

Was the odour from Pandora’s box

THE PRIAPIC YOUTH

The priapic youth

Has a sexual obsession

He thinks about sex so much

He has a permanent erection

 

Even when it stands at ease

He will still have a semi on

And he will produce semen

Sufficient to fill a demijohn

 

Every thing in his life

Will turn on the priapic youth

To such an extent he is

Preoccupied with self abuse

 

A glimpse of a girl’s neck

Is enough to get him randy

Then it’s out with the old chap

For a quick hand shandy

 

He’ll wake with “an early riser”

Each and every morn

So he starts the day with a tug

On his “dawn horn”

 

He’ll pull the pud after breakfast

Beat his meat before brunch

He’ll knock one out at elevensies

And spank the monkey at lunch

 

After tea he chokes the chicken

In the shower he has a glop

Watching telly a knuckle shuffle

And in bed he’ll bash the bishop

 

Such is a day in the life

Of a priapic youth and his issues

Who masturbates to excess

And gets through a lot of tissues 

HER ALLURE

 

She makes my thoughts impure

With her seductive allure

I am infected, and I am sure

They will never find a cure

BLACK SILK DRESS

 

Her black silk dress

Fitted her like a sheath

The taut lines showed

Her nakedness beneath

 

Save for black-stockings

Gartered at the thigh

Stimulating to the loins

And pleasing to the eye

 

She turned every head

With her glamorous allure

Filled each one with thoughts

None of which were pure

SAPPHO’S FIRST KISS

 

When first sweet Sappho

Kissed me, I was shocked

The secret of my sexuality

Was finally unlocked

 

Sex had always left me cold

With no heat or fire

Now with Sappho’s kiss

I felt the burning desire

 

This was the first time

I’d felt this way

It never occurred to me

That I might be gay

 

Her hands fondled me

Inside my open shirt

Then she kissed my breasts

And her hand was up my skirt

 

My head was swimming

As my nipples felt her lips

Then she pulled my pants down

Over my trembling hips

 

While she sucked my nipples

And kissed my breasts

I felt the ecstasy

Of Sappho’s pudendal caress

SUNDAY SERVICE

 

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy

Flashed a sideward’s glance

From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla

He gave her a browse

A more appraising look altogether

Her eyes flashed up again

A lingering languid glance

Which spoke of her muliebrity

Not the putative girl

They were now the cynosure

Of each others eyes

No words were spoken

Everything was intuit

With amative study

And libidinous perusal

She his object of pulchritude       

He her beloved inamorato

Then they had to separate

And the spell was broken

Until next Sundays reunion

LUST CONQUERS ALL

 

I love it when mouth meets mouth

And tongue engages tongue

Then the moment tender embrace

Gives way to urgent caress

When hands fumble their way

Into uncooperative clothing

In their wanton eagerness  

To reach the yielding flesh beneath

Where fingers probe and hands grope

And passions flame ignites

I love to hear her rasp and gasp

And feel her nails dig into my flesh

To hear that stifled scream

And watch as she bites her lip

As climax carries her away

I love the feeling of closeness

As she lies in my arms

Basking in passions afterglow

Silent in our smug satisfaction

I feel her tender lips kiss my chest

And hear her contented sigh

I would like to know her name

But she is just another conquest