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!
Tag: pussy
Purring pussy
Just a thin thatch of pussy hair, fuzz;
When she rubbed it, of course, as one does,
Well, a little below,
It felt funny, although,
Not unpleasant, a nice kind of buzz!
Unhappy snap
A nude picture on Snapchat, a joke.
Well, he’d seemed like a nice enough bloke,
But things started to spiral;
Her pussy went viral,
She found out next day when she woke.
l.o.v.e.
The young baker’s girl kneaded her bun,
Pressed the dough on her pussy when done.
Would he know? Could he tell,
From the taste or the smell,
What a powerful spell she’d just spun?
Testing the boundaries
“Get your own tits out, can’t you?” he grumbles.
Inexpertly, cursing, he fumbles.
She shrugs off her bra.
“Help yourself! There they are,
But no touching my pussy!” she mumbles.
Onomatopoeia
Then he whipped out his penis, flip-flop!
He was hung like a donkey! Clip-clop!
Could she get any wetter?
The sooner the better!
Wham-bam! Up her pussy! Slip-slop!
A time of reflection
In the church, as she kneels and prays
And reflects on her sins, her mind strays,
To the things she did then,
Longs to do once again,
Which her dripping wet pussy betrays!
Unconditional
Pheromones: scents of which just a whiff
Makes a pussy wet, penises stiff,
And a fuck’s in the air,
Just a question of where.
Here? Now? Yours or mine? But not if!
Her mother would be proud
“Yeah”, she said, “I’m a little bit skanky,
My pussy’s sometimes a bit manky,
A slut, yep, I know,
But wherever I go,
I at least have clean knickers and hankie!”
Boy’s night out
Naked strippers! Live sex! cried the tout.
Grubby, bored little floozies, no doubt.
Skanky tarts at the bar …
Bags the young one! Ha! Ha!
Flash some pussy, love! Mate, it’s your shout.