A complexion like porcelain china,
Firm, perky tits, pretty vagina,
Tight arse, slender thighs,
Cheeky, mischievous eyes…
Her young age a concern… although minor.
Tag: vagina
The vagina
The vagina, that pink, shining portal
To heaven! He said, with a chortle.
So easy to find…
Most girls don’t seem to mind…
And a chap’s, after all, only mortal!
The birds and the bees
“Women, son, have a part underneath,”
Said his Dad,”a pink hole, like a sheath,
And, of course, this is there
To be fucked, but take care.
Some, I’ve heard, are like coon traps, with teeth!”
Convolution
Convoluted and pink as a coral,
Or soft fleshy-petalled and floral,
The labia minor
That grace the vagina
Do tempt one to pleasures immoral!
In the stars
In her horoscope, blinking, the cursor
Highlighted the rising of Ursa,
(Not Major, but Minor),
Which ruled her vagina,
So, fucking good news! Or vice versa.
Model citizen
Yes, she said,I’m a lingerie model.
Good money, a bit of a doddle.
Just root the designer,
Then wax your vagina,
Smile nicely and try not to waddle!
The eye of the needle
Where a girl’s bum and inner thighs meet,
The vagina sits, snug and discreet,
Tucked up, out of the way,
Like a smocked ruffle, say,
Or a nice, neat, inverted box pleat.
The gamut
First she satisfied him by hand, orally,
(Somehow, that seemed better, morally);
Strangely, quite zanily,
Then also anally,
Finally also vaginally, sorrily.*
* Imperfect rhythm in the last line, I know, but irresistible.
Vagina dentata
In old myths the vagina dentata
Made men-folk persona non grata.
Men braving the curse
Lost their pricks! Sometimes worse!
A quick blow-job might just have been smarter!
Fill in the gaps
Inaccessible, wrinkled and pleated…
He poked, prodded, gave up defeated.
“For ****’s sake!” he cursed.
“Can I have a look first?
Where’s your damn ****? (Expletives deleted.)