A Bit Of Lust

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 08

My thoughts are sinful
And the image I see
Is of you in disgrace
For being naughty
A very naughty girl
Bent across my knee
Your bare bottom
Exposed to me
Being soundly spanked
That’s the image I see

THE COMMANDO GIRL # 1

I think that down below you are bare
You have nothing on down there
There are things you’re not wearing
And I think you’re incredibly daring
But should the temperature turn ill
And you feel in danger of a chill
Fear not for I will execute my plans
And rescue you with my warm hands

THE HOLD OUT

You are so cute and fit
But you don’t seem up for it
Is there a reason you won’t play
Do you swing the other way?
Are you playing hard to get
Or haven’t met the “one” yet
It will take more than charmers
To get into your pyjama’s
Because I think for a start
They must get into your heart

THE COMMANDO GIRL # 2

You’ve gone commando haven’t you?
Don’t shake your head I know its true
That blushing vividly betrays you
And that’s only one of many clues
I have a clinical eye for what I peruse
And I can see dandruff on your shoes

NOBODY IS PERFECT

Do I care she’s not a perfect 10?
I’m really not that fickle
To be honest any bit of fluff
Gives me a trouser tickle

SOME LIKE A GIRL

Some like a girl
Blessed with a certain glamour
Some like a girl
Who uses proper grammar
Some just want one
That bangs like a hammer

THE COMMANDO GIRL # 3

When no undies you are wearing
You think yourself quite daring
Excersizing your Joie de vivre
As you wander wild and free
And it’s so exciting for me to think
Of fresh air blowing around your mink


YOU ARE A GIRL

You are a girl
Who attracts and enamours
You may not mean to
But still every man clamours
For the opportunity
To get in your jammers

THE COMMANDO GIRL # 4

When no undies you are wearing
Your undercarriage gets an airing
And I will not look on in disgust
Should your skirt be lifted by a gust
When the wind gets a little brisker
And all and sundry see some whisker
I shall be the one who stood and leered
At your well aerated little beard

ARE YOU WEARING?

ARE YOU WEARING A BRA?

Are you wearing a bra?
It doesn’t look as if you are
I think underneath your shirt
Your breasts are free and pert
And clearly if they are
Then you don’t need to wear a bra

ARE YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR?

Are you wearing underwear?
Or are you naked under there
Have you gone commando?
Oh I really do hope that’s so
I like to think you are bare
Walking around sans underwear

ARE YOU WEARING A BODY STOCKING?

Are you wearing a body stocking?
Something chic, sheer and shocking
Sexy all in one and figure hugger
I bet your bum still looks like a mugger

ARE YOU WEARING BLACK?

Are you wearing black?
Yes it’s a funeral I know
But underneath the garb
Is that all black also?

No, it’s not irreverent
Picturing you in lacy black
There was no bigger letch
Than your dead uncle Jack

ARE YOU WEARING ANYTHING?

Are you wearing anything?
When you hear the phone ring
And do you reach for a negligee
Or are you comfortable that way
I know that when I give you a call
I want you to wear nothing at all
So when next you hear it ring
Please don’t be wearing anything

ARE YOU WEARING LONG UNDERWEAR?

Are you wearing long underwear?
Something with its own trap door
Well no matter how good they look on you
I’d like to see them on my bedroom floor

ARE YOU WEARING ANYTHING AT ALL?

Are you wearing anything at all?
When you make a phone call
From your big desk in the study
Do you sit there in the nuddy
I certainly pictured you that way
When you called me the other day

ARE YOU WEARING PANTS?

Are you wearing pants?
And if you are, are they brief
Or thongs with high cut leg
That barely covers your underneath

ARE YOU WEARING SILK?

Are you wearing silk?
Against your luscious skin
Beneath that pretty dress
Are you dressed for sin?
Garments of sensual silk
How I crave to be within

ARE YOU WEARING SILK, SATIN OR LACE?

Are you wearing silk?
Or perhaps satin and lace
Or maybe you’re wearing nothing
If so you are a disgrace
You’re not wearing any, are you?
I can tell by that blush on your face
I doubt anyone else would suspect
With not a hair out of place
No one would suspect
With that innocent look on your face
But I know you are a commando girl
And I want to share in your disgrace

ARE YOU WEARING LACE?

Are you wearing lace?
To decorates that place
I can’t tell from your face
There is no hint or trace
I think black lace does grace
Your fine pert brace
Oh my thoughts are base
And that image I can’t erase
Of the garments of lace
That cover and encase

ARE YOU WEARING BIG KNICKERS?

Are you wearing big knickers?
Those good old fashioned drawers
That cover everything that matters
But are still the source of phwors

ARE YOU WEARING A VEST?

Are you wearing a vest?
Fitting snugly to your chest
Well it’s about your vests cosy fit,
I’d like to come twixt you and it

ARE YOU WEARING JUST A SMILE?

Are you wearing just a smile?
Beneath your uniform all the while
Though outwardly well uniformed
You stand there unadorned
Beneath your starchy exterior
You are naked front and rear
Nurse, nurse check my breeches
I’m about to pop my stitches

ARE YOU WEARING A BASQUE?

Are you wearing a Basque?
Is it a black one may I ask
Do you have a matching mask
And will you take me to task

ARE YOU WEARING TIGHTS?

Are you wearing tights?
Or do you call them Pantyhose?
Maybe later I will find out
We’ll have to see how it goes

ARE YOU WEARING ANY UNDIES?

Are you wearing any undies?
Beneath your Christmas gear
You had them when you left the house
Perhaps you should explain my dear

ARE YOU WEARING THERMALS?

Are you wearing thermals?
To keep all your bits nice and cosy
Fitting from neck and wrists
All the way down to your toesies
I’m sure it’s a sight worth seeing
I wouldn’t mind a good nosy

ARE YOU WEARING SUSPENDERS?

Are you wearing suspenders?
One of my favourite seven wonders
That miracle of engineering
Both practical and endearing
Oh what a ransom I would pay
If you would kindly see your way
To show the smallest glimpse of thigh
That would be most pleasing to my eye

ARE YOU WEARING CAMI KNICKERS?

Are you wearing cami knickers?
Why does that provoke snickers?
I like the roomy French lingerie
Are you wearing them Môn Cheri?
Oh how they elegantly flatter
And the colour doesn’t even matter
I don’t care if they’re silk or cotton
But tell me that you have them on

ARE YOU WEARING POP SOCKS?

Are you wearing pop socks?
The thought of it really rankles
Those little black stocking socks
Cutting into your chubby ankles

ARE YOU WEARING A SHEEPDOG BRA?

Are you wearing a sheepdog bra?
Don’t answer I can see that you are
Because the rounded up confections
Are pointed in the right direction

ARE YOU WEARING A TEDDY?

Are you wearing a teddy?
Does that mean you’re ready?
For a spot of bedroom play
If you are you just have to say
Please tell me that you are
Awaiting me in your boudoir

ARE YOU WEARING SEXY GARTERS?

Are you wearing sexy garters?
Answer me that one for starters
Beneath your dress up high
Around your black clad thigh
Where the black sheath is stopping
Where they are lacy at the topping
Are there lacy garter rings
Sexily placed decorative things
Please answer this one for starters
Are you wearing lacy garters?

VULGARLY HUMEROUS # 2

TOP OF THE LINE

Toward little ones I incline
Your little breasts are fine
As sweet as cherry wine
Your threepennys are klein

Toward little ones I incline
Small by natures design
Beautiful when you’re supine
For your little breasts I pine

Toward little ones I incline
Disappearing when you recline
Your nakedness I love to entwine
And your little breasts are mine

Toward little ones I incline
The scientists want to refine
I like them little, bottom line
They are the top of the line

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

PLEASE, PLEASE ME

You temp me and tease me
And then displease me
You go cold and freeze me
But then you seize me
Hug me and squeeze me
Not just to appease me
You want me to please, see
And I have expertise see
But you too can please me
And then you reprise me


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

JIM

The most important thing for Jim
Was his admiration of quim
Which surpassed everything for him
In his eternal pursuit of trim

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


EVERY WHICH WAY

I fucked her up
I fucked her down
I made her smile
I made her frown
And when I’d tupped
Till I’d shot my lot
I withdrew it
From her slot
Then she took my cock
In her gob
And sucked the cum
Off my knob

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

VULGARLY HUMEROUS # 1

NAKED LUST

While idly watching you undress
I have a thought, of course one of lust
And as I pondered thoughtfully
You caught me watching but showed no disgust
You were used to my libidinous bent
And happy to let me do, as I must
And as long as it ended with a good seeing too
You weren’t really fussed

IT’S A MUST-O

You said you were not fussed-o
When I said I’m full of lust-o
Oh let me fondle at your bust-o
Then we can go at it with gusto
You said well if you really must-o
Come and exorcise your lust-o

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

THE SURE THING

She was a dirty horny little cow
And I wanted her and how
I saw her breasts small and pert
And wanted to explore up her skirt
I knew about her slutty reputation
That she’d do it without hesitation
So it was a case of when and not if
And that thought was making me stiff
So you can imagine my surprise
When she stood hornily before my eye
She gave me the once over and told me no
And said that even she wasn’t that low
I’D WAITED AN HOUR UP THAT TREE

I’d waited an hour up that tree
In a position that I could see
And my patience rewarded me
As she appeared in the bedroom nakedly

The beautiful little piece of fluff
I could see standing there in the buff
And I copped an eyeful of her chuff
And the most delightful little muff

But then quite embarrassingly
A man mounted her quite rampantly
I realised it was my young brother Lee
And that was when I fell out of the tree

OODLES

There is more to life than boodle
So if you use your noodle
And find yourself a piece of Strudel
To have a bit of a canoodle
She might let you stroke her poodle
You might even get the whole caboodle

DEGRADED AND SPENT

Degraded and spent
Sullied but unashamed
She awoke in his arms

OMG

OMG your tits are huge
Firm and round
And gravity defying
Not resting on the ground

OMG your tits are astounding
So pleasing to the touch
A couple of beauties
To adoringly clutch

OMG bad for your posture
Is that what they say?
Well a little back pain
Is a small price to pay

THE WALKING WOUNDED

The walking wounded
And the living dead
The quibbling siblings
Daisy, Maisie and Fred
Every Tennis menace
And Rugger bugger
Every football hooligan
Every thief and mugger
Well they’re all at it, everyone
Every daughter and son
Him and her and me and you
Doing what birds and bees do

DIRTY LITTLE WITCH

She is a dirty little witch
And you have that horny itch
To feel your swollen cock twitch
So pop on a night fighter
Its time for your bishop’s mitre
To penetrate the pillow biter

PEEPING TOM

Well what a life changing experience
Before my surgery I could barely see
It was like looking through frosted glass
Shapes and colours seen indistinctly
But when the dressing came off
I could see much better, just a little misty
Like looking through steamed up glass
But now even the mist has cleared
And I can see everything perfectly
I can see the girl I love as clear as day
But I still have to climb up a tree to do it

LOOSE WOMEN

I always thought
The Essex girls were loose
Of very easy virtue
And well up for a goose
The pretty ones
With the mate like a Moose
The sad old slappers
Who were easy to seduce
And the dirty ones
Who liked it up the caboose
Well I now have to say
I have managed to deduce
That girls everywhere
Do it with the least excuse

18-30 HOLS

I love the 18-30 hols
Making out with the foreign dolls
Some of them are just a bit flirty
Some of them are just plain dirty
Some of them are straight laced
Some of them are just two faced
And tell you No to your face
Then you see to their disgrace
They don’t have any underwear
Wearing nothing at all down there
Zonda pantaloon, uden undies
Nashi cami, fuera frillies
Bez briefs, No hose, senza smalls
Nicht knicks, Sans pants, bugger all
No thongs, panties or bloomers,
No knickers, big pants or drawers
Ilman, Gan, Sin, Uten, Utan, without
The dirty little minx’s are wearing nout

SPECIAL DELIVERY

There stood I, naked, in phallic splendour
Ready to give service roughly or tender
Suitably aroused for a service to render
“I have a special delivery here for Brenda”
And she marked it cruelly “Return to sender”