Their caresses grew frantic and heated;
At length, though, he lay back, defeated,
Still wide of the mark,
Having groped in the dark
At her pussy, frilled, folded and pleated.
Tag: pussy
Lucretia
So voluptuous, carnal, but vicious,
Her kisses were hot and delicious,
Seductive and lecherous,
Sultry but treacherous,
Pussy-lips slick and lubricious!
The adverbial proverbial
When she shifted, he picked up a whiff
Of her pussy and, suddenly stiff,
He decided, right then,
That the question was when
He would fuck her, or where, but not if.
Hirsute, to suit
He was funny, and slightly perverse;
He liked rubbing her “little fur purse”!
It was all that he craved;
He just loved her unshaved,
And a cunt might be called things much worse.
Hirsute birthday suit
He likes women whose pussies are hairy,
Big-bushed, thickly thatched, like a prairie;
Their armpits as well,
With that animal smell,
Which with diet and hygiene may vary.
Dunce
Now she felt like an absolute fool,
Naked, hands and legs tied to a stool,
With her pussy exposed,
While they laughed, she supposed!
How on earth could she face them at school?
The eye of the beholder
She bends over and parts her plump cheeks;
From between her thighs shyly there peeks,
Pinkly winking at him,
Silky-lashed round its rim,
That which blindly the one-eyed snake seeks.
Turned on
It was said her affections were fickle;
A good-looking fellow would tickle
Her fancy, and she
Went so red, you could see
That her pussy had stated to trickle.
The creative juices
Quite distracted, while busily sketching,
He thought “My, she looks rather fetching!”
His model, bored, nude,
Fantasised being screwed,
Nipples hard and her moist pussy stretching!
Vivid
She woke up having dreamed she’d been raped,
By a penis fantastically shaped,
And it still seemed so real, it
Seemed she could still feel it;
Her pussy still dribbled and gaped!