A girl’s clitoris stands, like a sentry,
On guard at the portal of entry:
It may not let pass
The uncouth lower class,
But stands up and salutes for the gentry!
Tag: clitoris
Rules of Games
With the tip of my pearl-handled foil,
I toucheed her clitoris royal…
The onlookers were hushed…
Quoth Her Majesty, flushed,
“That is not, Sir, according to Hoyle!”
Divertimento
As she played with her pussy, she hummed,
Shiny lips falling open, much thumbed,
Spread invitingly wide,
As her hand slipped inside,
Pearly clitoris joyfully strummed!
Self-education
Fingers flying and moaning, heart drumming,
Her pearly young clitoris thrumming,
Yes! Yes! No, not quite!
She at last got it right,
And was gushingly, blushingly cumming!
Oral instruction
“Can you not find my damn clit or what?
Lick it! Tickle it! Rub! Spit! The lot!
We’ll get round to your fuck,
Just get down there and suck!
Yes! Oh God! Yes! That’s just hit the spot!”
Libidinous angst
She woke up, panting, coming, hot, screaming!
Alone! Had she only been dreaming?
No something more literal!
Visceral! Clitoral!
Living, and being, not seeming!
Prudence
Puckered nipples, small breasts, sweet and biteable!
Clitoris twitchy, excitable!
Too young though, hence
It might cause her offence,
Which might also, alas, be indictable!
Self discovery
With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”
Epicurean curiosity
Woman’s clitoris, delicate, tiny,
Concealed, pink, pearly and shiny,
Peruse not in haste;
One should savour the taste,
Strangely sweet to the tongue, and yet briny!
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.