| Poetry: Lust: Sherbet Lemons (1/2) |
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Sherbet Lemons She agreed to go to the party With that handsome young man from dispatch. It gave rise to lewd speculation On the outcome of such a mismatch. She was known to be quite a fast item And he so demure it was silly. But he had a heavenly torso And she wanted it willy-nilly. She parried the worst of the comments In her usual debonair way And set to the business of planning How she'd approach the great day . She knew that he liked sherbet lemons, A recherché piece of je sais. She would use this odd information In the most advantageous way. She was said to be good with her needle And used this skill to effect. She took the much-loved confection And hid it in places select. The party went like a bumper And every one had a good time. But none more than she and her beau Who both thought it frankly divine. When the couples started dispersing He was led to her car by the arm. She said, when away from the others, "I don’t wish to cause you alarm "I'll take you to my place for coffee And something I know that you like. I’m quite sure that you will enjoy it Or you can go home on your bike." This latter suggestion appalled him And, intrigued by what he’d been told, He gladly agreed to go with her. He was starting to feel very bold When they arrived at her love nest She slipped into the garments prepared. And came back quite the hussy before him - Some choice bits of flesh subtly aired. For one of such coy reputation He showed very little concern Though he knew from what was before him That he still had a great deal to learn She explained, "Around my person Are some of your favourite licks. They are hidden quite discreetly Perhaps in my bra or my nicks. "The game is to find them and eat them By using your hands or your lips There is no time limit to it And I am willing to give you some tips." He set to his task with great fervour And soon found out she was right. He bit on a sherbet lemon And sucked it with all of his might. He wondered why she was moaning But quite undismayed carried on. He soon found another and Then yet another of his favourite bonbons The search took him hither and thither Across and around her frame. He came upon many features To which he could not put a name. For he had never encountered Such interesting places before And eating sherbet lemons like this Was something he'd learn to adore. Her convulsions he found disconcerting at first And worried that she was in pain. He asked, "Should I stop?". She said, "NO! not one drop. Just keep going again and again." The party and now this excitement Had taken its toll on the boy. So she cosily tucked him up in bed And climbed in beside him with joy. Her scheme could not have worked better And |
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