SEX, WILLIES, BUSTERS AND BUMS
A blatant ploy to win “Reads” from a washed out poet (sociological study)
Took off her pyjama bottom
Where’s her breasts?…ah got ‘em
Kiss her neck and sense excitement
Move in close …remove my y-fronts.
Tingling feeling is afflicting my knacks
Men newly let loose from their barracks
Stand to attention, familiar salute
Hopefully she’ll find it an attribute.
Lift the duvet and venture beneath
Movement causes loss of teeth
Surface with static hair that does crinkle
Toothless grin like Rip van Winkle.
She pushes my head between her thighs
Dark down there, like having no eyes
I prod and poke till I find a lump
Rub it a bit , ooh, smell from rump!
Apologise profusely for the heinous smell
Sorry for not doing so well
Idiocy forgiven, she calls me “dear”
Move to kiss, head-butt her ear.
She leers at me, I’ve done things wrong
I didn’t know she was wearing a thong
Thought it was difficult to get any thrust
Now in need of bandage and truss.
Kneel on her arm, it wasn’t intended
Had negative effect on member extended
Nervously giggle - plod on regardless
Pubescent extension is wholly hardless.
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