This silly little poem came to me in the shower one morning, and I remember typing it out on my tablet whilst leaving wet footprints on the floor and with my hair dripping everywhere. It remains a favourite, and as I’m having a lazy day today and not doing much in the way of writing (too damn hot!), I thought I’d give it a little re-blog. I hope you enjoy it xx
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…
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