There are two syllables in the language of love

that seem to be sent from the angels up above.

Those two syllables make up a beautiful sound.

Pus-sy, the word that causes desires all around.



Nestled twixt two ivory pillars of royalty.

There in all its erotic beauty is pussy.

Men and women alike desire a taste of it.

They both want to suck in their mouth the erect clit.



O the joy of tasting such sweet nectar found there.

The thrill of fucking an object so very rare.

I think I've never known a thing that brings such glee.

As spurting my warm male seed deep inside pus-sy.