She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
Tag: lusty
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.