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!”
Tag: pubic hair
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.
It's a chill wind
As he hitched up her skirt hem, she laughed,
“Oh! My goodness! A sudden cold draft!”
The breeze ruffled the hair
On her never-mind-where,
Which he parted forthwith, with his shaft!
The trap
It was pink, its mouth drooled, it was hairy,
Quite gross, and decidedly scary!
Her titties were nice,
But were meant to entice
Boys like him, who were young and unwary!
The joker
She passed out, and a nearby bloke
Thought he’d play a small practical joke,
So he gave her a screw
Shaved her pubic hair too;
Wouldn’t she be surprised when she woke!