He preferred women bushily muffed.
She was bald-pussied, barely a tuft.
“Real women don’t shave,”
He grumped… “Back in your cave,
You neanderthal arsehole!” she huffed.
Tag: pubic hair
Purring pussy
Just a thin thatch of pussy hair, fuzz;
When she rubbed it, of course, as one does,
Well, a little below,
It felt funny, although,
Not unpleasant, a nice kind of buzz!
Rite of passage
Cherry popped, she felt changed, somehow girlier,
Tits firmer, pubic hair curlier,
Flirty, not shy,
Mildly wondering why
She’d not got herself rooted much earlier!
Catkin
From around her cunt bristle and billow
Vast waves of hair, lush, a plush pillow,
Not so much a bush
As, if shove comes to push,
Something grander; a damn pussy willow!
Tug-of-love
He would pluck her, he said, the big brute,
Pull her pussy hairs out root by root.
Rip out each screaming follicle!
How diabolical!
Nasty, but bald pussy’s cute!
Candlelight
The soiree became rather debauched…
Wenches whipped, raped, their pubic hair torched!
The old Marquis de Sade
And his friends partied hard…
Poor whores, underpaid, played with and scorched!
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
Coming attraction
She’d sucked, nibbled the tip, rubbed her lips with it,
Brushed her bush, pussy and hips with it;
“Big boy!” A smile.
We can fuck in a while,
But right now I’m just coming to grips with it!”
Why God gave women pubic hair
He was moved, at times, deeply to ponder
Of which pubic hair he was fonder;
The bristly brunette,
Red and curly, (so wet!)
Or the wispier, silkier, blonder?
Forest habitat
She reached down to her pussy, to scratch
In her pubic hair, thick as a thatch.
“I should shave it,” she thought.
“Must be something I caught,
Or more nits are beginning to hatch.”