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.
Tag: vagina
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!