From the moment the foreplay commences
The cunt of a woman dispenses
An odour of musk,
Which hangs thick in the dusk,
Tantalising the mind and the senses.
Tag: musk
Never to be repeated offer
Husky-voiced, dusky-skinned, musky-scented;
Big-bosomed, all girl, not augmented;
And hymen intact!
(Well, in actual fact,
Though not broken, extensively dented.)
Whiffy
Just sixteen, her libido emergent;
Desires distressing and urgent,
Cunt constantly wet,
Pungent, muskier sweat.
Memo: Buy stronger laundry detergent.
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.