She was beautiful, bad and depraved,
Her cunt hungry, demanding and shaved…
Beneath breasts sweet to hold
Beat a heart hard and cold,
As she sought the strange sex that she craved.
Tag: cunt
Japanese girls
Japanese girls have pubes soft and bushy,
They giggle, they’re shy and not pushy.
They like being screwed
Being licked, sucked and chewed,
And their little pink cunts taste like sushi.
Wicked intent
It was long, hard and thick, and it bent:
It would turn her cunt into a tent.
Growing deeper and wider,
She drew it inside her.
Amazing where all of it went!
Anais Nin
The insatiable Anais Nin
Had a great predilection to sin:
To quote Henry Miller,
(Who didn’t fulfill her),
Anais was nice to be in.
Though Anais would climax and swoon,
Henry Miller, she wrote, came too soon.
When he ran out of puff,
She’d still not had enough,
So she also seduced his wife, June.
It was such fun to be avant-garde;
Life was one long, risqué masquerade:
Having orgies with friends,
Any means to all ends,
Reading books by the Marquis de Sade.
Since she frankly described in her journal
Her sexual exploits nocturnal,
We know about Nin…
From her smooth, silky skin
To her slippery organs internal.
In Anais’s book, “Little Birds”,
Which is littered with four-letter words,
She wrote of erotica,
Sex and exotica,
Pretty much roughly in thirds.
Madame Nin’s work was not pornographic;
It dealt, though, with sex, straight and sapphic:
In “Delta of Venus”,
The cunt and the penis
Commingle in sociable traffic.
Back in Paris, between the World Wars,
Behind veils, or curtains of gauze,
Naked, prone or supine,
Blurred and thin was the line
Between rich, refined ladies and whores.
Fatal attraction
Though the girl had a cunt like a chasm,
When fucked, and she came to orgasm,
The rash fellow who
Had embarked on a screw
Would be squashed, balls and all, by the spasm.
Love's wounds
A girl’s first fuck involves blood and gore:
When it’s over, her cunt might be sore,
But love’s wounds quickly heal,
And girls mostly feel
They wish that they’d done it before!
The rose
When a woman’s a joy to behold
Better still if she’s lusty and bold,
With a cunt like a glove,
To fall into in love,
Round which petal-like labia fold.
A thin line
What American girls call a thong
Is a dreadful sartorial wrong.
Though the bit at the front
May just cover the cunt,
The rest gets where it doesn’t belong!
Klutz
Being, sadly, a sexual klutz
Lacking charm, style, good looks and plain guts,
He was not in the hunt
For the more refined cunt,
But he did do alright with the sluts.
Evolution of sex
Human women’s soft rumps have no tails;
Their twitching, though, still attracts males.
Their cunts smell of musk,
And, like any mollusc,
They leave silvery, slippery trails.