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
My thoughts are sinful
As when I look at your
perfection
Your body a temple of
purity
I think only of its
desecration
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
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
She makes my thoughts impure
With her seductive
allure
I am infected, and I
am sure
They will never find a
cure
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
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
