No romantic words or soft caress
No red roses just lift my dress
Eat me
Deeply
Then against the wall I made you mine
I swallowed you down like some cheap wine
You are just a tissue discarded on the floor
After tonight we will be no more
In London there lived a young lass
Who made money selling her ass
She would work quite a while
On each man put a smile
But only accepted hard cash
The wrongness of it made it so right
He thrust in my pussy that night
My husband's friend I craved
My lusting body he enslaved
And our kids were just out of sight
You have the body desired of Greek gods
Women ogle like some drunken sods
But one night in the sack
And I've noticed a slack
In your thoughts, better termed as clods
#onenightstand #limerick #prosechallenge
This Scottish girl came up to me
Said, 'Hi, my name's Dorothy'
My friends may have mocked
But that caravan rocked
From twelve 'til around half past three...
apollo and one lucky maid
went for a nighttime escapade
alas, the lass fried--
i guess that's the downside
where it's fifteen million degrees in the shade
