It's not common to see a story told as a series of limericks, and while this is "poetry," this is not, I think, what people expect to find in the poetry section at Lit, so I didn't put it there. I could also have classified this as humor, but while it has funny parts, it's not entirely meant to be side splitting. It should make you smile, and maybe perhaps sort of laugh out loud once (or twice), but it's not quite all the way in the humor category.
This is pure older man, younger girl desire, in rhyme.
The story was prompted by a talented, desirable young author here at Lit who goes by the name Alexxxis. Go read her stuff. It's good. She has a youthful, brash, fiery lust that makes a man my age wish… well, read the story. Alexxxis entreated people she knew to write some short verses about her and an older man. Needless to say, I got carried away, creating this…
The Ballad of Rob and Alexis
Rob sat at the bar with his beer,
Contemplating his fifty plus years,
While Alexis and friends,
With cute faces and ends,
Made him smile, just having them near
They noticed him there, with his suds,
As they tried fending off four young studs
Rob smiled, content,
At the boys' clear intent,
To enjoy the young ladies' fine buds
Alexis drew Rob's worst intentions
With imaginings too dark to mention
He shamefully fought
Both this urge, and the thought
Of defying all age-wise conventions
Rob felt like a wizened old sage
Lusting after a pretty young page
This girl he desired
He might well have sired
Since the lass was at best half his age
Each sat at the bar with a drink
His amber, hers fruity and pink
His age was past fifty
Her tits were, ummm, "thrifty"
But their match wasn't what you would think
A flat chest, the older man knew,
Was no measure what this girl could do,
Her smile and eyes,
Her long, lovely thighs,
Were enough to spin any man's screw
He felt like a lad who'd been smitten
By a vampire slut, he'd been bitten
He must make a pass
At her sweet, heart shaped ass
And then make this girl purr like a kitten
His commanding, strong presence insisted,
With a chaste, coy facade she resisted
But he knew she'd give in
For a night of brash sin
As long as he firmly persisted
She rose from the bar with a smile
Enticed by his calm, mature style
She sashayed away
Such a sexual way
That his cock grew what seemed like a mile
He'd kept his eyes locked on her rear
She'd seduced him with no hint of fear
He'd go where she lead
She glanced back and said
"See something you like, Rob, my dear?"
The girls, with the boys, and the man
Left the bar, with no reason or plan
To go home alone
Or to stiffen a bone
And if so, whom to choose, if they can.
The girls said "The choice does perplex us,"
Not so for the girl named Alexis,
She was tired of bars,
So she eyed all their cars,
