in olden times

in olden times
not near, but far
under a mountain
way out thar
in a cave they found a clay jar
whose contents from our ancient past
included a statue of a lass
a mother god they like to say
a figure found made of clay
that enshrined a fem of breasts so large
and hips to compete with Nicki Minag
i fondle those breasts every day
and slip inside in every way
we fuck right on the divan
until i can hardly stand
then i wash my cock and face that tells
from all the lovely pussy smells
and leave my goddess at the door
i kiss her cheek and say some more
i love you, i worship at you, all is right
one day I must try to stay the night
you, the goddess enshrine the myth
that shapely woman are here to kiss
to fondle, to fuck, to lick and suck
to tuck your cock inside there lips
and then between their sizable hips
even a finger in the ass as you cum
don't let it pass for there is rhyme
and there is reason
yes my dear this is the season
here is the answer to that sage's quest
"what is the meaning of life at best"
the answer is simple in the induction
of cock and cunt
a hand held tightly on the rump
the meaning of life is reproduction
its cum and jizz and oral suction
it's not some pie in the sky routine
it is what happens when you drop your jeans
and do what we are made to do
or as some ancient bard said,"let's screw"