Sniffing pussies is strange, but no felony;
Young girls he thought of as melony,
Faint tones of rose…
Someone’s dad broke his nose,
And now, try as he might, he can’t smell any!
Tag: pussy
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She got drunk at the firm’s Christmas party.
“Photocopy your tits!” yelled some smarty.
She laughed. “Yeah! What the hell!
Do my pussy as well!”
She thought, later, “Bit fuzzy, but arty!”
Bad press
She was known as a slut and a hussy;
She fucked a lot, wasn’t too fussy,
And didn’t mind much
About condoms and such.
No surprise that her pussy was pussy!
Strings attached
She tried bondage; she’d thought “What the heck?”
Ended up, though, a bit of a wreck!
Yes, she’d certainly come
But had such a red bum,
Swollen pussy, sore back and stiff neck!
The honey pot
Said his father, “A word of advice;
Tits and pussies and bums may entice,
Which is all very well,
But the thing, truth to tell,
Is a chap’s fucking comes at a price!”
A cad and a bounder
Pretty-faced, (though her nose rather rostral),
He used and abused her, the wastrel!
She sat in a pout,
His seed dribbling out
Of her pussy, her mouth and one nostril.
Rude awakening
In her blog, she typed “What the fuck! Weird!
I got drunk, and when the fog cleared,
I showered and … Shit!
A tattoo on my tit?
And my pussy looks rather dog-eared.”
Arousal
She’d stripped down to her knickers and cami,
Still blushing, her underarms clammy,
But horny as hell…
Nipples hard, (could he tell?)
Her damp pussy as slick as wet chamois!
Gemutlich
Despite all of their labial frippery;
Never mind how they smell kippery,
Pussies are cute,
And they’re lovely to root,
Soft and shiny, and cosy and slippery!
A palette for the palate
Pussies taste and smell vaguely of yeast,
Which does not put one off in the least!
Sometimes mushrooms, maybe,
Or a hint of the sea;
Come what may, it’s a moveable feast!