- Erotic Poetry
- Ode to my Pussy
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Pussy, my pussy with nectar oh so sweet,
Why do you weep so when you kneel at His feet?
Moistened petals hug against your precious little slit,
All the while tormented by a desperately throbbing clit.
The deep timber of His voice melts you into tears,
The same baritone resonance silences all my fears.
So smooth and tender,
my strength do you hinder.
Your succulent scent like perfume from the devils nation,
Embracing and seducing the unsuspecting male population.
Forcing my hips to move in a suggestive way,
Making my temperature rise while I try to keep the hounds at bay.
You demand to be touched, you scream to be poked,
He's ten minutes away this is no time to joke!
All the countless hours of waiting, the throbbing the need,
The endless wanting each day undaunted waiting for His seed.
So well have you been treated buzzing and tingling while He's been away,
Now this is how you repay me? Letting Aunt Flow come to stay!
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