Vaginas Ripe like Figs

Sing me a song of vaginas ripe like figs
Bursting in the sun with juices flowing
Sing me a song of asses cloven like peaches
Firm and un-ripened ready for picking by my stem
Sing of erections curved like bananas
Hard and hot like molten steel
Smell me a smell of fresh sex
Fluids spurting, like waves upon the shore
Off balls slapping asses and pubes drenched
Sing of nipples long and areola wide
Undulating like sea urchins in coral forest
Knowing not the purpose of my existence
I shall rest my head on a soft cushion
In my time, in this forest of mysteries
Leaving a stain on the bed sheet of life