“Right,” he said. “Darlin, down on your knees…
Push yer titties out… give em a squeeze!
Spread yer pussy lips wide…
Stick a finger inside!
That’s it. Look at the birdie… say cheese!”
Tag: pussy lips
Butterfly
She wore nought but a pink feather boa…
She strutted the stage, shimmied lower…
Her pussy lips gaped…
Purple, butterfly-shaped…
He reached out… but she grinned and said “Whoa!”
Flapper
Her long pussy lips dangled and flapped…
A bit ragged and roughened and chapped…
Pinkish-purplish-brown,
As she bounced up and down,
And his thighs and her arse slipped and slapped!
Invitation
Pussy lips pouting, damp, convoluted,
Just slightly agape, so well suited
To focus the mind…
As if purpose-designed
To be lovingly touched, kissed and rooted!
His divided attention
It’s distracting, that can’t be denied,
How she’s sitting there, legs open wide,
And the way her jeans fit…
Centre seam up her slit,
And one pussy lip down either side!
Convolution
Convoluted and pink as a coral,
Or soft fleshy-petalled and floral,
The labia minor
That grace the vagina
Do tempt one to pleasures immoral!
The naturist
Naked, bareback, she rode in all weather;
She might, her touch light as a feather,
(No need to undress herself),
Sometimes caress herself,
Pussy lips tough as old leather!
Curlicues
Those things dangling from pussies. Lips? Flaps?
Did God make them from leftover scraps?
What on earth are they for?
Silly frills, nothing more?
Or to keep out small creatures, perhaps?
Wanton
She lounged, posture delightfully lewd,
Lovely labia glistening, dewed,
Nectar meant to be sipped.
Pouting pussy loose-lipped;
This girl lent a new meaning to nude!
Lip reading
He could see the girl’s pussy lips move
Round the seam of her pants, and the groove
In between them, and they
Seemed distinctly to say
“From your own bulge, you seem to approve!”