Pure Smut Poetry

I think it's fair to say that a lot of us
have tasted pussy juice.
If not your own, then, well...
you know.
But I've just got somethin to say
about a woman's so-called honey pot:
it ain't sweet.
Well, not sugar sweet. Maybe sweet like
grapefruit pith aftertaste,
but damned if I've ever found sugar in a pussy desert.
Imagine the carb count if there were!
It might make you feel sweet inside,
dipping delicately in her nectar
so dripping with desire it's delectable--
but salty.
A sexy saline smut to savor
Those lovely labial lips might look
like a flower, but it's rare to find floral in her flavor.
And it might resemble a sliced fruit
but there's no peaches in her primal cream
when you make her scream!
If there's a fruity feminine fragrance
it'll be like a fine wine; fermented to essentials,
portential, torrential...
Heady with hormones in that
Pungent perfumed playground

So let's turn it Around:

I wanna bury my nose in her musk!
Relish the rich sensation
and tangy temptation
finally my tongue seeks ardor
oh, take it slowly to a simmer for full flavor
I lick her bitter walnut folds
as they swell to a succulent state
until savory juices mix with sweat
as I gently tongue that sensitive place
at a slow, sensual pace
I can taste the progression of desire
piquant, poignant, provocative
I resist touching my own fire
concentration now is required
steady and soft as she starts to quiver
the most exquisite taste is delivered
a moan pulls from her chest
I lap up the pooling zest;
then three fingers curled I insert:
let's wait 'til later for dessert.