Oriental girls, bloody inscrutable,
Beautiful! Ever so rootable!
Musky perfumes,
Spicy taste, one assumes,
Made for sex, or at least very suitable.
Tag: cunnilingus
The spoils
Though her parents could not have been stricter,
Love finally turned out the victor;
It might have been fate,
Or else, on that first date,
Rather possibly, how he had licked her!
Buon gusto
Dice lei, “Vai! Dammi un bacio!”
“Si, certo, sicuro! Lo faccio!”
“Non li, sulla fica!”
Il gusto? Mi dica!
Era come mangiare carpaccio!
Mismatched
It did seem they were rather mismatched;
When they screwed she seemed somewhat detached.
Out of boredom or scorn,
When he came, she’d just yawn
And when being gone down on , she scratched.
Strictly personal
Though her parents were stuffy and strict,
How kids turn out is hard to predict;
She might not fuck, as such,
Well, not terribly much,
But gives great head and loves to be licked!
The gallant suitor
Going down on a woman is gallant.
Some men, of course, find it repellant,
But girls, old and young,
Love a touch of the tongue,
And appreciate men with this talent!
Paying the piper
While he fondled her fanny’s trim bristle,
He said “Would you blow on my whistle?”
She answered “Why not,
If you’ll sing to my twat,
And I might even chew on your gristle!”
Going spare
What he did with his tongue drove her spare!
Too much bliss for a woman to bear!
He hummed, nibbled and licked,
Sucked and darted and flicked;
Would the man never come up for air?
The way to a girl's heart
She sat, charmingly poised and unruffled.
From under her skirt, where he snuffled,
He sent out dispatches,
Whilst breathing in snatches,
Impassioned, though fuzzy and muffled.