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!”
Tag: pubic 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!”