Biggus
07-23-2011, 06:38 AM
LECHEROUS
When I see a young woman
Dressed seductively to flirt
I wonder what I would find
Hiding up beneath her skirt
Will it be the neatest nest?
Or the wildest overgrown thatch
Will it be the fullest bush?
Or an over groomed snatch
And if there is a hairy muff
Will the collar match the cuff?
The answer is of no import
Its just an old mans dirty thought
THERE IS MORE TO SEX THAN LUST
Sex isn’t just lust
Or a mere coupling
A base fulfilment
Of primeval need
Or secreting pheromones
Its isn’t just mechanical
Or indeed chemical
It isn’t in simple terms
A trigger to be pulled
It isn’t all out of control
Exchanging fluids
And sweaty effort
There is more to sex than that
But I will accept
That it is mainly lust
IN HER LITTLE YELLOW BEETLE
I always used to see her
And wanted to take a trip
In her little yellow beetle
As she cruised the strip
But she never noticed me
Though I hoped one day
In her little yellow beetle
She would drive me away
Then one day out of the blue
She pulled up along side
And said “hello hansome”
And took me off for a ride
Well that was quite a night
That I will never forget
In her little yellow beetle
I had the best ride yet
THEY’RE ON THE MOVE
They’re on the move
Within the silk
They rock and roll
And tip and tilt
So I must reach inside
Your dressing gown
Then I’ll grab on
And hold them down
TOTTERING TOTTIE
Oh my little piece of
Tottering tottie
You really light my fire
You are such a hottie
I think you are easy
Like as nottie
MY PRETTY LITTLE MISSY
My pretty little missy
Let me fumble inside the silk
Of your well filled blouse
Or at least something of that ilk
A HINT OF MINT
On your breath
There is the smell of peppermint
And on your cheek,
Is that a flush?, at least a hint
And a look on your face
Of the guilty kind
You’ve been up to something
I can’t make up my mind
But your misdeamnor is,
Unless my instincts are failing
That you’ve either been
Swallowing or inhaling
ROUGH SILK
Your touch is sexilly silken
Your hands are like gloves of velvet
You’re the greatest lover
You’re the one I’ll never forget
Blah blah blah, enough of the poetry
Just put your hand up my pelmet
We’ve been at it ten minutes
And you havent got my pants off yet
ONCE INSIDE HER CLOTHES
Once inside her clothes
Her vest and bra and such
The roundness of her breasts
Soft yet firm to my touch
And the coarseness of her bush
Excited me very much
RAMBUNCTIOUS
It was noisy and unrestrained
Ill disciplined and bestial
A rambunctious coupling
That was making her squeal
OH OBJECT OF MY DESIRE
Oh object of my desire
An object to deflower
I want you to know
You feed my libido
But I must keep my counsel
And forget the horny damsel
For if her Dad got in my head
I would be surely dead
THE BODY IS A TEMPLE
The body is a temple
And worthy of protection
Its purity is sacred
And is Gods gift of perfection
But for your body I crave
Its complete and utter desecration
POSH TOTTIE
She was posh tottie
Her name was Pandora
She was a throuroghbred
But an easy scorer
She had perfect elocution
But wouldn’t talk dirty
Even if she was drunk
And blatantly flirty
She’d say, put your penis,
In my vagina
And give one, one
You mother fornicator
SHE WAS A SIREN
She was a siren
She was a vamp
She was a harlot
She was a tramp
She was always hot
She was always damp
And you could turn her on
Like she was a lamp
When I see a young woman
Dressed seductively to flirt
I wonder what I would find
Hiding up beneath her skirt
Will it be the neatest nest?
Or the wildest overgrown thatch
Will it be the fullest bush?
Or an over groomed snatch
And if there is a hairy muff
Will the collar match the cuff?
The answer is of no import
Its just an old mans dirty thought
THERE IS MORE TO SEX THAN LUST
Sex isn’t just lust
Or a mere coupling
A base fulfilment
Of primeval need
Or secreting pheromones
Its isn’t just mechanical
Or indeed chemical
It isn’t in simple terms
A trigger to be pulled
It isn’t all out of control
Exchanging fluids
And sweaty effort
There is more to sex than that
But I will accept
That it is mainly lust
IN HER LITTLE YELLOW BEETLE
I always used to see her
And wanted to take a trip
In her little yellow beetle
As she cruised the strip
But she never noticed me
Though I hoped one day
In her little yellow beetle
She would drive me away
Then one day out of the blue
She pulled up along side
And said “hello hansome”
And took me off for a ride
Well that was quite a night
That I will never forget
In her little yellow beetle
I had the best ride yet
THEY’RE ON THE MOVE
They’re on the move
Within the silk
They rock and roll
And tip and tilt
So I must reach inside
Your dressing gown
Then I’ll grab on
And hold them down
TOTTERING TOTTIE
Oh my little piece of
Tottering tottie
You really light my fire
You are such a hottie
I think you are easy
Like as nottie
MY PRETTY LITTLE MISSY
My pretty little missy
Let me fumble inside the silk
Of your well filled blouse
Or at least something of that ilk
A HINT OF MINT
On your breath
There is the smell of peppermint
And on your cheek,
Is that a flush?, at least a hint
And a look on your face
Of the guilty kind
You’ve been up to something
I can’t make up my mind
But your misdeamnor is,
Unless my instincts are failing
That you’ve either been
Swallowing or inhaling
ROUGH SILK
Your touch is sexilly silken
Your hands are like gloves of velvet
You’re the greatest lover
You’re the one I’ll never forget
Blah blah blah, enough of the poetry
Just put your hand up my pelmet
We’ve been at it ten minutes
And you havent got my pants off yet
ONCE INSIDE HER CLOTHES
Once inside her clothes
Her vest and bra and such
The roundness of her breasts
Soft yet firm to my touch
And the coarseness of her bush
Excited me very much
RAMBUNCTIOUS
It was noisy and unrestrained
Ill disciplined and bestial
A rambunctious coupling
That was making her squeal
OH OBJECT OF MY DESIRE
Oh object of my desire
An object to deflower
I want you to know
You feed my libido
But I must keep my counsel
And forget the horny damsel
For if her Dad got in my head
I would be surely dead
THE BODY IS A TEMPLE
The body is a temple
And worthy of protection
Its purity is sacred
And is Gods gift of perfection
But for your body I crave
Its complete and utter desecration
POSH TOTTIE
She was posh tottie
Her name was Pandora
She was a throuroghbred
But an easy scorer
She had perfect elocution
But wouldn’t talk dirty
Even if she was drunk
And blatantly flirty
She’d say, put your penis,
In my vagina
And give one, one
You mother fornicator
SHE WAS A SIREN
She was a siren
She was a vamp
She was a harlot
She was a tramp
She was always hot
She was always damp
And you could turn her on
Like she was a lamp