He likes women whose pussies are hairy,
Big-bushed, thickly thatched, like a prairie;
Their armpits as well,
With that animal smell,
Which with diet and hygiene may vary.
Tag: bush
Shoosh!
When he cursed and blasphemed, she said “Shoosh!
Just relax, line yourself up and push.
Count to ten, start again,
Wait until I say when,
And stop beating around in my bush!”
Initiation
She was big-bosomed, freckled and hairy;
The boy thought her sexy, but scary.
She showed him her tits,
And her moist, bushy bits,
Which he poked and squeezed, randy but wary.
Bush ballad
She was blessed with a lush, bouncy bush,
Through which, gosh, it was lovely to push!
But a faulty hair-dryer,
One night, caused a fire:
Sniff. What’s that? Whizz! Crackle! Bang! Whoosh!