Her transgression was terribly minor;
Well yes, he did touch her vagina,
(Quite pleasant, in fact),
But her hymen’s intact,
And what harm in a nice 69er?
Tag: vagina
Americana 4
She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.
Fundamentalism
She insisted she just couldn’t, morally,
Have sex with him, except orally.
Funny, she finally
Liked it vaginally;
Not up the arse still, though, sorrily!
Skirting the issue
Women’s labia, plump, fleshy frills,
Frame vaginas, which beauticians’ skills
Seek to style and display
In some new, clever way,
Though they still look like fishes’ pink gills.
Hirsute, to suit
He was funny, and slightly perverse;
He liked rubbing her “little fur purse”!
It was all that he craved;
He just loved her unshaved,
And a cunt might be called things much worse.
Sex demystified
Sex is simpler in fact than in fiction;
Enough firm vaginal constriction;
Skilled girls use their talents
To keep the right balance
Between lubrication and friction.
The trap
It was pink, its mouth drooled, it was hairy,
Quite gross, and decidedly scary!
Her titties were nice,
But were meant to entice
Boys like him, who were young and unwary!
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.
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
The quim
It’s a wonderful thing, a girl’s quim:
When you poke with your prick round the rim,
First her labia pout,
Become moist and puff out,
The next moment, she’s full to the brim!