Litmerick

[Kylan]

I want you inside me so bad
Craving you so, drives me mad
I'm so wet and so willing
Make love to me filling
Your pussycat scantily clad

Frisky kitten, my darling, a stór
I’m smitten by our frolic o’er this floor
But I fear your samba and swing
Are so titillating
That I shall call you an angel no more.



a stór ~ Irish (Gaelic) for ‘my precious’. Where I come from it’s pronounced ‘ah-SHTORE.’

 

[FifthFlower]

Picking Out the Right Bikini for True Love

Since she knows what most guys truly want,
And the way that their eyes love to hunt,
The bikini she'll wear
Is quite small. She don't care.
It can't cover quite all of her cunt.

 

[Kylan]

FifthFlower I hope you don’t take offence
But in case, I shall say in defence
That the lines of your verse
Add to my own thoughts perverse
So you see, actually, it‘s your influence.

Since she knows what most guys truly want,
And the way that their eyes love to hunt,
The bikini she'll wear
Is quite small. She don't care.
It can't cover quite all of her cunt.

A teensy bikini? Oh my!
What a treat for the eye
Viewed from the front
Such a cunning stunt
For on the crack round the back, it rides high.

 

[FifthFlower]

What Should I Give Up For Lent?

FifthFlower I hope you don’t take offence

Of course, not. I love the attention! Here's something on a different topic...

"I'm giving up make-up," she said,
"Scare those guys who would take me to bed!"
But her husband still likes
How her mini-skirt hikes,
And a smile makes her lovely lips red.

 

[Kylan]

Of course, not. I love the attention! Here's something on a different topic...

"I'm giving up make-up," she said,
"Scare those guys who would take me to bed!"
But her husband still likes
How her mini-skirt hikes,
And a smile makes her lovely lips red.

As she cast aside fine sable brush
Costly powder, foundation, and blush.
He pondered aesthetics
Devoid of cosmetics
With eyes full engaged on her tush.

 

[Kylan]

He is caddish and rascally too
Such a flirt, he is bad through and through;
He could make you see red
Or bring laughter instead
It depends on what you consider taboo.

 

[Kylan]

The Banshee Wail

Shimmering glimmering silhouettes
Moonbeams on Banshee pirouettes
Glow pools profound
With frightful sound
Of wailing mournful regrets

Oh dark Goddess of witching hour
A form that none may uncover
Yet as silvery night falls
Over towns over halls
To hear your lament makes all cower

Howling wind your cry will transcend
One time to call me descend
Unheard unfelt unseen
I’ll leave green
To welcome tyrant as friend.

Banshee ~ a female spirit in Ireland who wails in the night to foretell death or disaster.

 

[FifthFlower]

It is Best to Coordinate What You Give Up For Lent with Your Spouse

He pondered aesthetics
Devoid of cosmetics
With eyes full engaged on her tush.

That's just where she wants you to look! Here's another lent one.

His wife said for Lent she would try
To fuck him each day, wring him dry,
But he promised instead
Not to fuck, so she said,
"With some luck, I'll do those who stop by."

 

[FifthFlower]

Banshee

Shimmering glimmering silhouettes
Moonbeams on Banshee pirouettes
Glow pools profound
With frightful sound
Of wailing mournful regrets

Oh dark Goddess of witching hour
A form that none may uncover
Yet as silvery night falls
Over towns over halls
To hear your lament makes all cower

Howling wind your cry will transcend
One time to call me descend
Unheard unfelt unseen
I’ll leave green
To welcome tyrant as friend.

Harsh Banshee, your call in the night
Awoke me and filled me with fright.
It is real! I can feel
I am now my fate’s meal
To consume far away from the light.

 

[Kylan]

Loved what you added onto 'Banshee' FifthFlower. Thank you.

That's just where she wants you to look! Here's another lent one.

His wife said for Lent she would try
To fuck him each day, wring him dry,
But he promised instead
Not to fuck, so she said,
"With some luck, I'll do those who stop by."

The vicar (a man of pious perfection)
Called round with a box for collection
Our lewd little beast
Undressed the fine priest
Thus rector was wrecked by erection

 

[FifthFlower]

The vicar (a man of pious perfection)
Called round with a box for collection
Our lewd little beast
Undressed the fine priest
Thus rector was wrecked by erection

Nice last line!

A dilemma she made for the priest.
He knows he should tame his wild beast,
But so early in Lent
He is already spent,
So, he'll gorge a bit more at her feast.

 

[Kylan]

Nice last line!

A dilemma she made for the priest.
He knows he should tame his wild beast,
But so early in Lent
He is already spent,
So, he'll gorge a bit more at her feast.

They writhed on ecclesiastical attire
To conquer her immoral desire
Said she, “I know it’s a sin;
But now that it’s in,
For the love of God, shove it higher!”

 

[sensualquills]

They writhed on ecclesiastical attire
To conquer her immoral desire
Said she, “I know it’s a sin;
But now that it’s in,
For the love of God, shove it higher!”

It is with you my sweet divinity
With whom I lose all sense and purity
Angel's halo, more the crooked grows
Filling me, your rod, as your seed flows
And I am yours unto eternity

 

[Kylan]

It is with you my sweet divinity
With whom I lose all sense and purity
Angel's halo, more the crooked grows
Filling me, your rod, as your seed flows
And I am yours unto eternity

I want to hoist you up on a table
Spread your legs wide as I'm able
To promptly begin
The dissolute sin
Of using my tongue to lick the inside of your navel.

 

[sensualquills]

I want to hoist you up on a table
Spread your legs wide as I'm able
To promptly begin
The dissolute sin
Of using my tongue to lick the inside of your navel.

I would love, to feel you there
Running my hands through your hair
As you tongue my tummy
How sinful, how yummy
My girls will get jealous, beware!

 

[Kylan]

I would love, to feel you there
Running my hands through your hair
As you tongue my tummy
How sinful, how yummy
My girls will get jealous, beware!

From your girls I shan’t be concealing
The reason I find you appealing
With head under skirt hem
Tongue interred in your quim
For all I care they can hit the ceiling.

 

[sensualquills]

From your girls I shan’t be concealing
The reason I find you appealing
With head under skirt hem
Tongue interred in your quim
For all I care they can hit the ceiling.

Damn you and your wicked lays!
Leaving my girls in a daze
While you have your fun
Knowing what you've done
I still can't resist your sweet ways

 

[Kylan]

Damn you and your wicked lays!
Leaving my girls in a daze
While you have your fun
Knowing what you've done
I still can't resist your sweet ways

It’s your fault I’m in turgid erection!!
You must see it points your direction
Although I may be uncouth
At the moment of truth
It'll be sheathed with loving affection.

 

[FifthFlower]

Secrets

Nice exchange, sensualquills and Kylan! I wish I could write that fast. Here's one that's unrelated...

There is pain that cannot find a lid.
I'd undo everything that I did,
But my laugh's like a cry
When I see him, and I
Don't know how I can keep it well hid.

 

[Kylan]

Thank you FifthFlower, you flatter me. I do so like your lim'ricks and remeber there is an edit button...which you may notice I use a lot :-D

Nice exchange, sensualquills and Kylan! I wish I could write that fast. Here's one that's unrelated...

There is pain that cannot find a lid.
I'd undo everything that I did,
But my laugh's like a cry
When I see him, and I
Don't know how I can keep it well hid.

If his glance or brief conversation
Should inflame such severe fascination,
If you want my advice
And he’s no homing device
Meet to cheat, at a discreet location

 

[sensualquills]

It’s your fault I’m in turgid erection!!
You must see it points your direction
Although I may be uncouth
At the moment of truth
It'll be sheathed with loving affection.

You know how I want it sweetheart
I salivate your work of art
So wet and so hungry
For your rod to gorge me
You'll have or be had if you're smart

 

[sensualquills]

I know a sweet salty God
He calls me an old-fashioned broad
But well-endowed Dick
I can't wait to lick
And lower myself on his rod

 

[Kylan]

You know how I want it sweetheart
I salivate your work of art
So wet and so hungry
For your rod to gorge me
You'll have or be had if you're smart

Pussycat I think I should tell you now
That in any position you’d allow
It would be my ambition
While engaged in coition
To screw you until you meow.

 

[Kylan]

I’m an atheist, I honour no god.
For that some call me a sod,
They grin, “Who made earth then?”
But it ceases their mirth when
I ask “Who made god?” How odd….

 

[FifthFlower]

Making One Tiny Exception for Venus

I’m an atheist, I honour no god.
For that some call me a sod,
They grin, “Who made earth then?”
But it ceases their mirth when
I ask “Who made god?” How odd….

All those Gods are a pain in the ass,
Except Venus who still has some class.
She won't claim to create
Unless you want to mate.
Oh, you do? Do you mind the wet grass?