Ivy's Vagina -

Sadie's vagina is soft, warm, and smooth.
It quivers at only a thought.
Many a man, and many a girl
Have sought out that sweet honey-pot.

A sight like an opening lily at dawn,
Like a rose all refreshed by the breeze;
Her labia glisten and shine for the sun,
And attract the coming of bees.

Pale pillars of ash hold the wonder on high -
A field that's been pleasantly grazed.
On the Mountains of Venus, shrubs bend down and sing
That the valley below might be praised.

Parted lips soft as snow shall a lover embrace
With her eyes before placing her kiss.
Then, from mountain above to valley below
Shall be open the gateway to Bliss.

Fingers have touched this vagina so loved
And tongues have been frequently pleased
As has Ivy's vagina caresses enjoyed
And upon licking tongues has it siezed.

On red satin sheets as on morning-dewed grass
She has lain, felt the pleasures of love.
And on beaches bare has she's been thoroughly cheered
With her lover's own rose up above.

Sadie's vagina is balmy and flushed.
It sparkles with sex-scented dew.
Mayhaps she shall wait for the coming of love,
Or perhaps for the cumming of you.

Those who have loved Sadie's syrupy cunt
Aye, those who've had priv'lege to see,
Must surely admit that were she without
Her soul would be caged and unfree.

Yes, Sadie's vagina's a sweet, happy thing,
Contented in bright days and grey.
So her friends and her lovers (and now so should you)
All pray that she has one someday.