What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?

Or does it answer to Minge? 

Do I dive head first into this Muff?

Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff

Cup my hand round Rosy

Make myself at home in Coochy

Gently stroke the purring Pussy

Middle finger warm in moist Fanny

Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish

Open the Oyster and prepare the dish

Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich

Nibble and feel it twitch

Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain

Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane

Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit

Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit

Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound

Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound

Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates

Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates

Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver

Release the musk of her sated Flower

Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?

Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt

Some call it Heaven, others Eden

I love to plant the Lady Garden

Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave

Men desire to be buried in this Grave …

One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs

Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs 

I want to give the truth to all the lies

I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.

( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.