A beautiful sight
‘Tis to behold,
When a woman
Is so bold
As to pleasure herself
With fingers sweet,
‘Twixt her legs
Where they meet
With silken wetness,
And heat, soft,
Working their magic,
Her spirit to loft.
They dip within
To spread the flood
Of passion’s nectar
To a throbbing bud,
Which then sends sparks
Coursing ’round
When stroked with zeal,
Breaking the bound
To heights of bliss;
When release arrives,
Tremors abound, and
Pleasure thrives.
