- Erotic Poetry
- Mons Veneris
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The Mons Veneris,
Such a clinical word,
Classy, no?
Whereas others would say my mound,
Maybe I'll say my Mons Veneris.
Touch my Mons Veneris,
Touch my mound,
Touch,
Me.
While keeping my legs apart is more of an invitation,
I sometimes press my legs together and feel the sensation greaten.
My clit is already larger,
Pressing against my panties,
Waiting for all of the pleasure.
Where men possess big dick pride,
I possess a different kind,
Big clit pride.
My favorite part is right after I've released for the first time,
When you can see her peeking from between my lips,
Not shy darling,
Just throbbing for more.
You see,
One is only the start,
I'm always wanting for more,
Starting here,
Makes me want to end over there.
Or rather,
Never end at all.
- COMMENTS
Quivering_Quillabout 11 years agoAh, it is such a rush for a person like me to gaze upon the rise just above the thighs anticipating a clitoris pulsing from between swollen camel toes..... Nice.... Imagery....
Stimulating, and informative..... Thanks for sharing
