The Finer Things

Nothing in this world is finer

than having you in my vagina.

No gilded treasure can distract

when I lie open upon my back

and hold you, firm against my skin,

whilst you maraud the palace within.

There’s no allure in fancy cars,

Expensive wine in Members’ bars.

I could want no other prize

than your sweet mouth between my thighs.

No first-class tickets, front row seats,

No rich liqueur, or jeweled treats

can ever beat the joy I get

from knowing I’m your favourite pet.

If I were royal, I’d cede the crown,

were that the price to have you down

between my legs, your silken tongue

to tease the curtains loosely hung

around the bud of my delight,

and ’round my pussy, small and tight.

So come inside, I beg you please,

Lower yourself betwixt my knees,

And plumb my depths, my deepest parts,

Bewitch me with your sensual arts.

When I contract, and twitch, and hum,

Then baptise me with your rich cum.

I’ve made you blush, I beg your pardon,

But here within my Lady Garden

lies timeless truth, so I must be blunt,

I love you here inside my cunt.