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.
Tag: vagina
Love muscle
Lucky they who fall into the clutches
Of ladies with muscular crutches,
Oh rapturous doom
Plunging into a womb
Which embraces, not merely touches!
Crumpet trumpet
An accomplished young lady from China
Possessed a prehensile vagina.
Her talented crumpet
Could play on the trumpet
Vivaldi’s “Fanfare in F minor.”
Squeezebox
Miss Lagamba, the young ballerina,
Makes love and does things far obscener:
Her legs, long and strong
Are just made to do wrong,
And her cunt’s like a small concertina!
Gathering rosebuds
A complexion like porcelain china,
Firm, perky tits, pretty vagina,
Tight arse, slender thighs,
Cheeky, mischievous eyes…
Her young age a concern… although minor.
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!