Her cunt smelt like fresh sourdough bread,
Tasted salty, sweet, yeasty, he said,
And he kissed her, to share.
She said “Get back down there!
Who needs breakfast? Just eat me instead!”
Tag: yeasty
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
Squeamish
Just the thought of sex caused him distress;
Ugly sounds, and the smells and the mess!
All that squeaking and squishiness,
Yeastiness, fishiness;
God! Let her please not undress!