THE PUSSY POEM

Pussy it is my goal, the only reason why I go to the mall.

There are all kinds of it; red, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, and Latino’s so many it made me an addict.

So warm, so delicate it’s like a cat when you pet it. See I’m only guessing, but I’ll never actually feel it. I‘m only describing what’s in my head, and its saying let me eat and feel those juices flowing.

So pussy is truly a privilege; it can make a lesbian woman squeamish.

Don’t you worry I’ll get some soon I hear in China or in America you can buy pussy or get it for free. So many sizes; big, tight, small it makes my pussy wet and my clit hard.

Oh pussy won’t you come to me, oh never mind I’ll stick to pornography. Can’t you see pussy you are just a luxury? Like cars, diamonds, but forget all that I’m wet like the Atlantic Ocean.

Pussy all I‘m saying is be a little bit more caring, don’t you think it’s time for some fun.

So pussy when you see me, let me eat you and taste your sweet juices.

By: Mocalious76