Ripper

At the end of her sensuous strip,
She does cartwheels and then a back-flip,
Coming down in the splits,
Touching ground with her tits,
It’s a wonder her cunt doesn’t rip!

Butterfly

She wore nought but a pink feather boa…
She strutted the stage, shimmied lower…
Her pussy lips gaped…
Purple, butterfly-shaped…
He reached out… but she grinned and said “Whoa!”