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!
Tag: pubic hair
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.”
Fond hope
A young woman, of whom he was fond,
When he told her so, didn’t respond,
In like kind, as he’d hoped…
Furthermore… when he groped,
Sad to say, she was not even blonde!
Uninvited guest
Where to look?
What a lot of bright sun and fresh air,
To be facing with so much flesh bare,
On a damn nudist beach!
People gazed, each at each;
God! She wished she had more hair down there!
Hirsute, to suit
He was funny, and slightly perverse;
He liked rubbing her “little fur purse”!
It was all that he craved;
He just loved her unshaved,
And a cunt might be called things much worse.