- Erotic Poetry
- The Pussy Man
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It’s three o’clock on a Saturday.
The regular crowd shuffles in.
There’s an old man sitting next to me,
Making love to a wife with a grin.
He says, “Son you can have her next,
Just keep her out of her clothes.”
But she’s hot and she’s sweet and a ravishing treat,
And she seems to know just how it goes.
Show us the way, you’re the Pussy Man.
Show us just how that it’s done.
Her tits are round, they abound, I just found,
That she really does crave having fun.
Show us the way, you’re the Pussy Man.
Show us the way tonight.
Her ass is so tight, it’s Saturday night,
And she seems to do about everything right.
Show us the way, you’re the Pussy Man.
Show us how we all should fuck.
Her face is all smiles, it truly beguiles,
And we soon may just be all out of luck.
Show us all how, Mr. Pussy man
Show how to do well.
Her tits are so pert, and she is a flirt,
And we’re probably all just going to hell.
Tell us what’s up, Mr. Pussy Man.
Show us just what to do.
Her ass is so fine, it soon will be mine,
We all want to do it exactly like you.
Tell us the way, Mr. Pussy Man.
Give us your whole plan.
She’s incredibly neat, giving off heat, deliciously petite.
Show us how to be a real Pussy Man.
Tell us about her, Mr. Pussy Man,
And please don’t pretend.
Tell us her story, sharing the glory, leave out the gory.
Tell us so we’ll all know the end.
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