There once was a game full of flair,
Where the players shed more than their care.
With each losing hand,
In less clothes they would stand—
Till not just their cards were laid bare
Scavenger Hunt:
There once was a girl who would roam,
Through ruins she’d thoroughly comb.
She scavenged all day,
Till a man made his play—
'Scavenged' her, and took her home.
There was once a girl, sweet as candy
For whom I had candy always handy
For she'd follow each sweet
Right into my retreat
With her charm intoxicating like brandy
A young girl with rope loved to tease,
Skipping lightly with mischievous ease.
She put on quite a show
And was naked below
making grown men fall to their knees.
A scarecrow once dreamed in his soul,
Of a girl with a heart pure and whole.
Through Oz he would roam,
To take Dorothy home—
And then make her sit on his pole.
Straight to the point is fun for pure porn play. Gameplay becomes important if the game aims at being something more than just porn and it can increase the fun if done right. Taking it slow, getting to know the girl before conquering her feels natural.
However, grinding is the opposite of fun...
A girl and a boy squared for chess,
Both eager to prove who was best.
The bet was obscene ...
He first took her queen,
And then her, while making a mess
A cable car hung o’er a deep chasm,
Its sway caused the crowd quite a spasm.
But the couple inside,
Did not caution abide,
They 'rocked' it and fell - mid-orgasm!
Two cellmates grew close in their plight,
and shared a bunk every night.
With stories well spun,
They made prison fun…
and found being "confined' felt just right!
At parties they tell a lewd tale
Of a bartender, slender and frail,
When you ordered a cock...
-tail, she would quite shock
you and without a word get on your 'tail'!
About a little drug lord
A schoolboy sold baggies with flair,
The schoolgirls would crowd up the stair.
For he used to say:
You don't have to pay
Just 'smoke my cigar', fair is fair!
And then he would sit on a chair
The girls would get naked, right there
A blunt would be lit,
On his lap they...