She said “Just slide your hand up a bit,
Till you come to a slippery slit.
No! You’re going off track!
You’re too far to the back!
Find the hair! Now you’re there! God! That’s it!”
Tag: pubic hair
A different complexion
By the lamplight, he sees, as he peeks,
Her full lips and her plump, rosy cheeks,
Her long, curly, dark hair;
He continues to stare:
It’s a glimpse of her face that he seeks!
Fringe benefit
He likes pubic hair, just a nice fringe,
Neatly trimmed, with perhaps a red tinge,
But the “Hitler’s moustache”
He thinks rather too harsh,
And a fully-shaved cunt makes me cringe!
Impartial
So, which part of a woman is best?
A soft, squeezable, squashable breast,
Or her vulva, with features
Like dainty sea creatures,
Or pubic hair, like a wee nest?
Weak with want
Flushed and panting, she begged “Put it there!”
He, confused, whispered urgently “Where?”
Weak with want, where she lay,
She had just strength to say,
“I don’t care… anywhere that there’s hair!”
Bush ballad
She was blessed with a lush, bouncy bush,
Through which, gosh, it was lovely to push!
But a faulty hair-dryer,
One night, caused a fire:
Sniff. What’s that? Whizz! Crackle! Bang! Whoosh!
Blind Freddie
A young woman, who scorned underwear,
Said “I like a cool breeze under there,
And I shave off the hair,
And bend over a chair,
So Blind Freddie can fuck me, not wonder where!”