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.
Tag: smell
Impeccable taste
“Though I know, my girl, how I repel you,
I’ll pay well; just do as I tell you:
No soap or shampoo.
Do not wipe when you poo
And lie still, while I lick you and smell you!”
In rut
His eyes widened, his hefty prick swelled,
Reason fled, he felt madly compelled,
By the sway of her hips,
Her full breasts, bee-stung lips,
Not to mention the way that she smelled.
Radar
At a party, he’d schmooze and he’d mingle,
And sniff out a girl who was single;
At once he could tell,
From her eyes and her smell,
And the end of his penis would tingle.
Total recall
He recalled how they’d kissed and embraced,
How he’d felt with his arm round her waist;
How she laughed, how she spoke,
And each day, when he woke,
He could smell her, and still taste her taste.
Neo-romantic
The romantic esteems the ideal,
By nature more perfect than real.
That’s all very well,
But I’d much rather smell,
Taste and chew, fuck and feel!