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.
Tag: vagina
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.)
Forgive us our trespasses
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?
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.