Her cunt smelt like fresh sourdough bread,
Tasted salty, sweet, yeasty, he said,
And he kissed her, to share.
She said “Get back down there!
Who needs breakfast? Just eat me instead!”
Tag: cunnilingus
A soft touch
A slow hand, a smooth tongue, a soft touch;
Going down on her, foreplay and such;
Take your time! Not too fast!
When you fuck her at last,
She might protest a bit but not much!
Slips of the tongue
Caution, care to the winds long since flung,
She to small shreds of dignity clung;
Naked, racked by desire,
Her pussy on fire,
Soft nips, teasing slips of the tongue!
A palette for the palate
Pussies taste and smell vaguely of yeast,
Which does not put one off in the least!
Sometimes mushrooms, maybe,
Or a hint of the sea;
Come what may, it’s a moveable feast!
After the ball
A young debutante, glamorous, chaste;
Panties soaked, nipples hard! Her heart raced!
Underneath her silk gown
Captain Parker went down
On her. God! She’d be ruined! Disgraced!
Feminine mystique
She was beautiful, tall young and sleek,
Ample-breasted, lips bee-stung, unique!
She lay sprawled on his bed,
“I could eat you!” he said,
Which was true, although said tongue-in-chic!
Tasting notes
Underneath her skirt, somebody snuffled;
A voice mumbled something, but muffled.
She didn’t reply,
Didn’t speak! Nor did I,
As she sipped at her wine, quite unruffled!
The proof's in the eating
She thought “Golly! This chap’s got some nerve!”
Short and cheeky, a bit of a perv.
But this comical runt
Knew his way round a cunt;
Cunnilingus was just the hors d’oeuvre!
Ambrosia
She’s a slave more to love than to Mammon;
Her sex life all feast or else famine.;
Petite, slender legs,
Little breasts, like poached eggs,
Her cunt salty and sweet, like smoked salmon.
Speaking in tongues
She’d been licked, and she liked how it felt;
She knew, too, how cocks tasted and smelt.
Cunnilingus she knew,
And fellatio too,
Though she didn’t know how they were spelt.