Mistresses' Cunt

Mistresses' Cunt
A whimsical look at an unknown orifice.

Mistresses' Cunt is well seasoned and used
Consumed nearly 1000 lovers and 10,000 fucks
Welcomed fingers, tongues, toys, object d'art and food
All with a cheery wet grin
It's gobbled up over a mile of cock
And still snacks on a couple of feet every week.

Mistresses' Cunt is a real women's cunt
Not a child's illustrations of a tiny neat vagina
Or a porn model trophy pussy
Whether prone and waiting impatiently
Thrust upwards towards the sky
Or poised over an angry victim.

Mistresses' Cunt is hungry, wet, greedy and needy
It's moist all day and used every evening
It looks worn in places but is built for action
Always clean shaven and fragrant
It craves action and attention and gets it
On demand, like a selfish lover.

Mistresses' cunt is also the snotty school mum
The bent politician and the needy submissive
The ignorant racist, the road rage driver
The arrogant, the stupid and the snob
The philistine, the judgemental and the cruel
The lover that ignores its juicy retreat.

I am not one of Mistresses' cunts.

Mistresses' Cunt is shared only with me
A privilege hard earned, used sparingly to torment
Rubbing a snail trail along my thigh
Or just out of reach of my begging tongue
Used to muffle my screams, or best of all
Pulled open to tease out my muck over its outer leaves

I have never inserted my cock fully into Mistresses' cunt.

Mistresses' Cunt makes Mistress swear, sigh and coo
It eats red chocolate balls and small silver bullets
It throbs and it flexes and has a mind of its own
It steals time from everyone
It never buys you flowers or phones you after
And takes its owner for walks in forbidden places.

We are both slaves to Mistresses' Cunt.