Pussy not only moist, but damn soggy,
Deliciously, squishiously boggy,
She said “As you see,
I’m turned on as can be.
Fuck me frontwards and backwards and doggy!
Tag: moist
Courtship
Courtly manners, the romantic arts,
Men invented to win women’s hearts,
And their minds, and their hands,
Although each understands
The main goal is their warm moister parts.
Close encounter of the first kind
It was moist, pink, off-putting a bit,
Like a plump fig, so ripe it had split.
It was dripping with juice,
But what possible use?
Taste it? Poke it? His finger might fit.
Initiation
She was big-bosomed, freckled and hairy;
The boy thought her sexy, but scary.
She showed him her tits,
And her moist, bushy bits,
Which he poked and squeezed, randy but wary.
Practice makes perfect
She sprawled naked and stared at the ceiling,
Her moist nether parts thus revealing.
She said “That was nice,
Though I know you’ve come twice,
Could we do it just once more … with feeling?”