“Look at this!” she said, smiling inscrutably,
“Just like a cunt! Irrefutably!
Smaller, perhaps,
And no little pink flaps,
But, I reckon, quite possibly rootably!”
Tag: flaps
Curlicues
Those things dangling from pussies. Lips? Flaps?
Did God make them from leftover scraps?
What on earth are they for?
Silly frills, nothing more?
Or to keep out small creatures, perhaps?
Thin end of the wedge
Just a little sartorial lapse;
She’d got dressed in a hurry perhaps.
She strolled out to the pool
(God, she felt such a fool)
Swimsuit thong wedged between her pink flaps.
Wardrobe malfunction
Just a wardrobe malfunction perhaps,
Or a dare, or a small moral lapse;
She bent down to her shoe
And presented to view
Her shaved cunt and its pretty pink flaps.
Well adjusted
She thought sex, at first, vile and disgusting,
But felt she was slowly adjusting.
In fact she now found
That she’d wrap her flaps round
Any cock that she could without busting!