A Cultivated Pussy Poem

"As if you could know me by merely fantasizing about me..."

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You say you know my pussy is fat –
Now what gave you a thought like that?
Could it be the way my jeans
slide between
juicy lips squeezing the seams?
Or is it just the pussy in your mind
that makes you believe you know about mine?
A pussy of fantasies,
the cunt of your dreams, 
visions of chocolate thighs with your head in between.
Pink, pretty, pearly,
sweet –
honey sweet
– cream…
pussy so lovely it’s almost obscene.
Your mind’s filled with questions:
Is it tight?
Is it wet?
And if so,
just exactly how wet
does it get?
Do I like it on top
or from behind?
Oh, the ways you’ve been fucking me in your mind!
You’re just so certain,
damn near ready to bet
(and you haven’t even seen me quite naked yet!)
And still one more question
slithers ’round in your head:
Is it fat cuz it’s hungry,
or because it’s well-fed?
Published 11 years ago

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