The Harlot's Odes

I’ve never seen so lovely, dear,
As your breasts so plump and skin so fair.
‘Tis beauty, yes, your golden locks
As are your panties ‘round your socks.

A pity is the woman tight,
Legs together through the night.
Nothing more do I adore
Than the willing freedom of a whore.

An empty bra upon the floor,
Panties hanging from the door,
All attest a happy night
And a brave young man that did it right.

Unbutton, you, your pair of pants
And make a woman sigh.
But scream she will, while on her back,
You let the swimmers fly.

A man without a woman is
A sword without a sheath.
Coupled, are they, by his jizz
And her moistness underneath.

Mouth you please, her clitoris.
Yes mouth, but curse it not.
For more you mouth and lash your tongue
The more you’ll get her hot.

A sight of beauty tops the breast,
That pink and supple nipple.
But twist it once and make it red,
And you make her will a cripple.

When she whines and aches of head,
Do not ungenerous be.
Replace her head, put in her mouth,
A head that spews in glee.

Rare beast, it is, we all do hunt,
The one that wears two backs.
But have no fear, its moans you’ll hear
Aside discarded slacks.

It is three holes all women have
For children, waste, and voices.
When you choose to fill one up,
Thank God for all those choices!