He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
Tag: cunnilingus
Lickspittle
Oh for God’s sake! she cried. You buffoon!
Suck, don’t blow. You’re not playing bassoon!
Concentrate on my clit.
Much more lick and less spit.
It’s a cunt, not a goddamn spittoon!
Entrepreneur
He knelt, sniffing, his eyes closed, to smell it,
Then tasted; yeast, musk on the palate.
Good lord! If some way,
Say cologne or a spray,
You could bottle her cunt, you could sell it!
Speaking with tongues
“Cunnilingus,” she thought, as she knelt.
Sister Mary knew how it was spelt,
Even how it was done.
Not too bad, for a nun.
She just wished that she knew how it felt!
Period. Full stop.
Bloody periods, monthlies, the curse!
Bloody tampons fall out of your purse.
Not much chance of a fuck,
A girl’s shit out of luck,
Nor of being gone down on, what’s worse!
Mouth feel
“Salty, squeaky when chewed, like haloumi;
Nice pussy, damn tasty and roomy!”
He went on at length.
She cried “God give me strength!
Quit the commentary! Just fucking do me!”
In the shit
Though ’twas only the tip, as if stung
By a cane or a whip, highly-strung,
She screamed “That’s a bit rum!
Get it out of my bum!
Struth! ‘Twas only a slip of the tongue!
A matter of taste
Though flat-chested and freckled and pasty,
It just showed one shouldn’t be hasty;
She had a nice muff,
She was willing enough,
And her pussy, in fact, was damn tasty!
Word of mouth
Once he’d found cunnilingus repellant,
Then found he possessed quite a talent.
Those women who knew
Begged go down on them too
And considered him terribly gallant!
Here Kitty, Kitty!
Her sweet pussy, fur soft as a kitten!
He stroked it, kissed, licked it, quite smitten.
What joys in there hid?
Did she yearn as he did?
If sharp teeth, then he longed to be bitten!