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Heaven could never hold a torch to her
Everlasting pussy, when it opened
Revealing the way that I thought we were
Salivating each time she reopened
More to the point of showing her passion
Over periods of longing to be
On any bed that our time could fashion
To bring us together with much to see.
Hell hath no fury like a pussy left
Protruding like a question to be asked
Unless the answer is readily deft
Smooth from head to root before its love blast.
Sleek pussy on my mind even today
Yesterday's pussy lingers as I stay.
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Dedicated to a woman.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Comments (1)
Hell hath no fury like a pussy left Protruding like a question to be asked Lol, these lines made me laugh. Fantastic acrostic!