I wish my bulbous lips were tucked,
Not Protruding out as they’re sucked.
Shy and Embarrassed as they reach,
Down your chin- cheek to cheek.
I wish my labia hung more even,
Perhaps I could reach completion.
Gravity tugs meat from my slit,
Making it hard to reach my clit.
I wish my pussy was less wet,
Clearness outpouring, to my regret.
From my tight, deep vaginal base,
It’s strung down half your face.
Still, I wish I was deeper red,
But, I’m Colored pink instead.
Wishing I had a darker hue,
On my lips that hang askew.
I wish my hair was more bushy,
Decorating my entire bare pussy.
Though baldness may seem adolescent,
Atleast my vulva looks post pubescent.
But, with this maturity I know,
All these things are just for show.
Don’t have to look oh so porny,
What matters is that I get horny
