Lush Limericks

Her fingers danced over my clit

And stroked up and down on my slit

Then slipped inside

Sending me for a ride

With many a moan, I admit

In public, I'd act uncontrolled.

'Get a grip on yourself,' I was told.

But the part that I gripped

Was not in the script.

In 2 years I may be paroled.

She seemed so innocent and shy

I thought "Why not give her a try"

Opened soon were my eyes

For 'twas a clever disguise

As inhibitions said "goodbye"

A girl I knew for awhile

I resolved I would defile

One lucky day

She gave the okay

I left the next morn with a smile.

"Defile" is a very strong word

Implying consent not conferred

But should it be given

All sins are forgiven

And then no foul is incurred

It’s a word that I cannot abide,

In my stories, the girl will decide

Who and how she will fuck,

And where he leaves his muck,

And his cock she’ll consensually ride.

Of orgasms, she kept score

I gave, and she wanted more

She thought we were finished

I hadn’t diminished

So I gave numbers two, three, and four.

Imagination can often run wild

And leave one completely beguiled

For what she said

There on the bed

Our next act entirely restyled

I unfurled my dick for inspection

Then stroked it to cause an erection

At the customs desk where

She asked "Anything to declare?"

I may have misunderstood, on reflection.

Rob figured he'd be a fable

As he stretched it out on the table

But when that lass

Grabbed an enlarging glass

He knew his fable was unstable

I bought her a drink for a dare

She invited me home, then and there

It was a shock

When she pulled out her cock

But I was too horny to care.

I didn't have a minute to spare

Til I saw her sweet derrière

Then my tongue met her pearl

Tasted a lovely, sweet girl

And now, as for time, I don't care!

In jockey briefs my family jewels strangle.

They hold my knob at an angle.

I dress to the right

When my undies are tight

But in boxers, I just kind of dangle.

Rob would like to have us believe

His equipment's too large to conceive

That legends exist

And make a long list

Of trysts he's gone to achieve

There was a young lassie from Ayr

Who was too tight to wee through her hair

She married an Italian with a cock like a Stallion

And now she can wee like a mare

A Blue Supermoon shines bright

As I stand on my deck in its light

Skin bathed in the glow

Bare top and below

Something that just feels quite right

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(I'd usually say 'brightly', but, well, rhyming you know)

Lynn's supermoon shines brightly

When she bends over impolitely

She'd like to inform us

It isn't enormous

Just closer than usual, slightly.

Quote by lynnwitt

A Blue Supermoon shines bright

As I stand on my deck in its light

Skin bathed in the glow

Bare top and below

Something that just feels quite right

-

(I'd usually say 'brightly', but, well, rhyming you know)

Oh, well done Lynn, and exciting too on this special night!

It's just for Rob that I stand

On my deck naked and...

Give a full view

Before saying adieu

So he gets his picts firsthand

Lynn leans on her balustrade

With glorious glutes well displayed

A gentlemen might

Avert his eyes from the sight

But my chivalry was mislaid.

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Hands would fondle each cheek

Evaluating her physique

The palms they would glide

Up and down, side to side

While my fingers would play hide-and-seek.

If inside I don't soon mosey

Rob just might get a bit nosey

And take a chance

To quickly advance

And play Ring Around my Rosie

Oh won't you stay out on the deck

Where we can canoodle and neck

And incidentally

I'll finger you gently

And leave you a quivering wreck

😁

Rob's hands have a mind of their own

That's something that's very well known

'Twixt legs or 'twixt tits

Or wherever permits

As long as it's an erogenous zone

With her I wanted some action

But she wouldn’t allow me traction

Just like Mick Jagger

With his lips and swagger

I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.

Pliny with plaintive tongue

Longs for action far-flung

'Twixt feminine thighs

Lies for what he sighs

And to that hope he's clung

To that hope I’ve clung indeed

To satisfy a burning need

As much as I try

With that plaintive sigh

I’m still unable to plant my seed.

The garden awaits a plow

To spread her furrow now

But it will be

A lady, you see

That she will only allow

😇

This proverbial garden grows

From love of the ladies, not beaux

If I had my way

I’d be there today

But spurned forthwith, I suppose.

Pliny of the tongue golden

Oft chances himself to embolden

But who knows to were leads

As he considers his seeds

As perhaps in times olden