Pussy lips like furled leaves.. petals… floral…
Blush-pink inside, outside more coral…
Their musky perfume
Would pervade the whole room…
But she wouldn’t fuck… only give oral!
Tag: vagina
The smell of roses
A maid’s loveliest part doth exude,
To the air at large odours subdued,
And this same secret place,
Irrespective of race,
Like a dainty pink rosebud is hued!
Niche market
‘Twixt the thighs of a maid, there’s a slit,
In whose folds, and a marvelous fit,
Is a welcoming niche,
Wherein, should a man wish,
He can push his prick, if she’ll permit.
The middle
I’m intrigued, watching girls when they piddle:
So many things meet in the middle,
But what comes from where,
Underneath that lush hair
I confess remains mostly a riddle.
The revelation
There was a young lady called Chris,
Who thought fucking was absolute bliss.
She had nothing but pity
For girls who, though pretty,
Still just used their fannies to piss!
Versatile
It’s the nature of women to bleed,
From the place whence I thought they just peed,
And this versatile slot
Is the very same spot
Where a man, if he can, squirts his seed!
The lady at her toilet
With her long silky hair in loose coils,
She bathes nightly in Indian oils,
Anoints her vagina
With perfumes from China:
Oh, fortunate man she thus spoils!
Sex education
The vagina is solidly wrought,
For the process of fucking is fraught
With such risk to the joints
And the innermost points
That it has to be carefully taught.
Love mussel
I find ladies a joy to explore:
They have bosoms and nipples and more!
There are delicate things
Like pink shell-fish with wings,
And I can’t even say what they’re for!
Sweetmeat
Between their thighs, women are creased,
And delightfully springily fleeced.
They have lips long and pink
Which when kissed, make you think
Of a mixture of honey and yeast.