Is She Fuckable?

her life, it’s of a fantasy,
Living in the brink of insanity,
the splendour of unknown sexuality,
She’s a woman, immaculate beauty.

it blows me out of my mind,
she’s spectacular from behind,
her body, a temple enshrined,
her curves are heavenly divine!

for centuries men were beholden,
the wild bushes of pleasure’s dome,
the women flocks to a watery tavern,
waxing them babies, shapes em’ home.

from the moment seemingly unknown,
pools and jacuzzi, they are the gnome,
bards of mighty Rome, their asses alone,
black birthmarks, two beauties to atone!

raised by the angels of heaven,
lusted by them demons of all hell,
razed to the shape of a golden bell
the valleys at them thighs, sins forgiven!

the smoothness of the dark skin
a hot pink pussy with a fresh trim
her wild imagination that’s within
the in thing was seeing them screaming

show me the ladies, it’s her desires
questions she asks, is she on fire?
stranger things doesn’t necessarily misfire,
that passionate feelings when lust is on straits of dire!

cross my heart and hope to die,
it’s my faith, there is nothing to lie,
disappearing tears, no time to vent
feel that pussy babe, it’s one crazy swinging event

such pleasure’s a danger, leaving me high strung,
getting lost in them lovely ladies, a daring love hunt,
as I pen this sensual satire with a twisted tongue,
it’s the treasure curtailed deep inside a fuckable wet cunt!