Just a whore in a Texas saloon,
She thought, God, get me out of this soon!
I should marry before
My tits sag anymore,
And my pussy looks like a spitoon!
Tag: pussy
Terms of endearment
As she strokes him it lengthens and firms.
As he prods at her pussy, she squirms.
As he nibbles her tits,
She says, “See how it fits…”
It would seem that they’re coming to terms.
Love at first sight
What a body! Quite bloody incredible!
Pussy decidedly edible!
God, what he’d do,
For just one little screw!
Oh so beddable, possibly weddable!
Mouth feel
“Salty, squeaky when chewed, like haloumi;
Nice pussy, damn tasty and roomy!”
He went on at length.
She cried “God give me strength!
Quit the commentary! Just fucking do me!”
The casting couch
Chatted up by a man in a bar,
Flattered, told he could make her a star!
Well, you know how it ends;
Fucked by him, then his friends,
Shattered dreams, pussy pouting, ajar.
Decisions, decisions!
A nice cock. So much nicer than some!
Should she suck it, and swallow his cum,
Rub and squeeze with her tits,
Or just see how it fits
In her pussy, or maybe her bum?
The country lass
A fresh country lass, freckled and ruddy,
She chased cows, swore, swam in the nuddie,
And galloped her horse,
So her pussy, of course,
Was tough, callused and frequently muddy.
Catkin
From around her cunt bristle and billow
Vast waves of hair, lush, a plush pillow,
Not so much a bush
As, if shove comes to push,
Something grander; a damn pussy willow!
Inflamed desire
Fumbling, rash, in his haste to unfasten
Her pantaloons, sadly, the parson,
Whose candle that night
Set her pussy alight,
To the charge of rape thus added arson.
Want a rubber, duckie?
“You! Young man!” she cried. “Come here, duckie!
“First time? Well you’ve just struck it lucky!
A tenner, alright?
Mind, it’s been a big night,
And my pussy’s a little bit mucky!”