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!
Tag: cunnilingus
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!
Breakfast in bed
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!”
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!