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.
Tag: pussy
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!
At the doctor
With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!
Skin-deep
Girls, beneath tits and pussy and skin, you
Are jelly and bowel and sinew;
A man, it’s well known
Has more blood and more bone,
Which is why it feels good when he’s in you.
Not fragile
“Do it harder,” she cried, “I won’t break!
See how much of your cock I can take!
Stretch my pussy some more;
I don’t care if I’m sore,
Or can’t piss, or I bleed or I ache!”
Hairstyles
Once a girl had a quaint pussy-beard,
But these days they’ve all disappeared.
They’re bald or they’re bristled;
Back then I’d have whistled,
But now I just think they look weird!
Cats
On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
Whispering sweet nothings
She’s a quaint anatomical freak;
She tells men her vagina can speak,
Then she giggles and strips,
And she can move her lips,
But her pussy can’t do more than squeak.