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!
Tag: pussy
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.
Raunch
He was fond of a nice bit of raunch;
Tits and pussy, a well-rounded haunch.
His pulse raced, his eyes glazed,
His mouth drooled as he gazed,
And his prick slithered under his paunch.
Twat
English girls call their pussy a twat,
From the Norse word for cleft, slit or slot.
It is not pronounced “twat”,
As in “don’t kick the cat”;
British women should know what they’ve got!
Pink
She was randy, immoral and fickle;
She loved a good internal tickle.
A touch or sly wink
Made her breathless and pink,
And a kiss made her warm pussy trickle.
Tall story
On her flushed face a grimace was etched,
As her pussy was pushed, pulled and stretched.
Though it hurt her like hell,
She could not wait to tell
Her best girlfriend (who’d think it far-fetched.)