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
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 handsome”
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
Plastic surgeons have the expertise
To enhance breasts
into a feature
But disproportionate
enhancement
Makes for an odd-looking
creature
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
Higgledy, piggledy, my pet hen
She lays eggs for gentlemen
Well actually well all
said and done
She’s an Essex hen and
lays for anyone
I don’t have a favourite;
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love TaTa Tara
And poor Dorr
Trim Miriam
And say more Gaynor
I love stiff Steph
And better Greta
Madeira Vera
And skeleta Nicolleta
I love Pizzeria Pia
And green Jean
World Wide Web Deb
And Chlorine Maureen
