Your Pussy is my second love

Your Pussy is my second love


Your pussy is your private place,
Where a certain slower pace
It can produce waves of love
As in and out I move.

Your pussy is a lovely lair
Covered with curly hair.
Like the forest with trees,
With it, you, want to please.

Your pussy is the garden of delight
But to most, out of sight,
Except to those you invite
To pleasure them just right.

Your pussy lies between your thighs,
Where you store those tiny eggs.
After your monthly flow is stayed,
Is when you like to get laid,

Your pussy is a loving tunnel,
That works more like a funnel,
Where my sperm can journey
To enlarge the size of your belly.

Your pussy is a deep, dark cave,
Which most men naturally crave.
In it there's nothing to fear,
Only love, for me, my dear.

Your pussy has the smell of a rose,
Which I want to devour,
With my tongue and with and lips,
As I offer it a sensual kiss.

Your pussy can be either bitter or sweet,
As with my mouth I start to eat
This dessert you offer me is free
Before I come inside of you.

Your pussy is for those you like,
Both manly men or lesbian dyke.
Women who love a pussy to eat,
Appreciate this lovely treat.

Your pussy can open deep and wide,
To receive big cocks that probe inside.
But for dicks that's not so large or quite so hard,
You will squeeze it until it releases its precious white cream.

Your pussy will take all the cream I can give.
You take it all, as long as you live.
Now we rest awhile, then we'll try it again.
You think you can coax out more semen.

Your pussy is often covered with lace,
But that comes off when you sit on my face,
With your juices flowing into my mouth
From your beautiful valley in the south.

Your pussy must compete with those hills in the north,
That get quite hard as they bounce back and forth.
But both go together, vagina and breast,
Providing to all, the perfect love nest.

As your pussy gets so slippery and wet,
When I kiss them on each hardened tit.
As clear juices from my dick does drip,
You taste it with your tongue and rub it on your lips.

Your pussy is different from your dick,
But, after it comes, looks a little sick.
Pussies can still be stroked and caressed,
While I wanting to get dressed.

As your pussy belongs to you, that's true;
But you really want to share it with me.
Telling you that I love you, not just it,
Although it provides a perfect fit.

Your pussy needs attention and love,
Which makes me coo like a morning dove.
Maybe I shouldn't be so forward and blunt,
But I shall always cherish you and your pussy my dear.



By nutbuster