She prayed with a rosary fair,
So pious, with faultless an air.
The fiend showed his face,
And tried to disgrace
her - but found himself caught in her snare.
Road trip:
A hitchhiking girl on the roam,
Took rides far away from her home.
With a wink and a sigh,
She would climb in and try,
To make sure no driver felt alone.
There once was a girl filled with dread,
Who feared someone creeping near bed.
Each night she would quiver
And feel herself shiver
When she found out, her prowler was dad!
In our class we would tightly packed sit
bodies touching, 'cause we didn't quite fit
With whispers and sighs,
And mischievous eyes,
The lesson turned hot - and we did "it"
A young girl felt poorly, oh dread,
So she lingered all day in her bed.
Her dad brought her tea,
Then grinned wickedly—
And joined her for fun there instead.
I'm back and here is something for today's theme:
There once was a club full of light,
With laser shows flashing so bright
The music would pound,
As bodies spun round,
Got naked and pounded all night
A gymnast who hailed from Peru,
Could bend in ways no one else knew.
She flipped and she twirled,
Astounding the world—
And in bed she had lots of tricks too!
A young girl was learning to swim,
From her father, who was strong and trim.
He steadied her waist,
Their closeness well-placed—
And she opened her legs, just for him.
A girl-class wore bows in their hair,
With pigtails and cheeks all aglare
A picture of health,
And of beauty a wealth
For their bodies were completely bare
After yesterday's bachelorette party, it's time to take a look at the bachelor:
Whiskey on his lips,
Bodies tangled, moans and laughs—
Last night of pure sin.
The bridesmaids hired buff Tex,
Whose talent was more than just flex.
With oil and a grin,
He enticed them to sin —
Let’s say he got lots of group sex.