Pussy Math and Recipe

Pussy Math

Addition: Pussy + Pussy = Pussy

One is inclined to answer, two pussies, but pussy is not an object. Pussy is like mind, heart, and soul, but even more than those interchangeable words. Pussy is the meaning of life.

Subtraction: Pussy - Pussy = Pussy

One is predisposed to answer, zero pussies, but again, pussy is not an object. Pussy is like sugar (erythritol), and unless one has two identical pussies in every way, one cannot subtract one from the other. There is always pussy left.

Multiplication: Pussy x Pussy = Pussy

One is prepared to answer, pussy-squared, but yet again, pussy is not an object. One does not even get more pussy. Pussy is a state of existence unlike normal matter. Pussy remains an enigma.

Division: Pussy / Pussy = Pussy

One is pressed to answer, one, but such a reply would be undefined. It is like dividing by zero. There is always pussy at the end, even after the Sun goes nova in a few billion years.

And so on for all other math equations. The answer is always, pussy. Some of you may be wondering if the same applies to, prick. Hell, no! A prick is already almost nothing at the beginning.

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Pussy Recipe

Babe, I wanna be your P-DR

Your pussy-doctor

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Babe, I can also be your P-DB

Your pussy-database

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Babe, I can even be your P-DS

Your pussy-deep space

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P - Pussy, preferably one you love or adore.

D - Dark chocolate, at least 80% cocoa, preferably with coconut sugar.

R - Raspberries, preferably fresh.

B - Blackberries, preferably fresh.

S - Strawberries, preferably fresh.

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• Following all the love you can muster all over her body on both sides and between all her treasures, her pussy becomes your entire world, your enlightenment, nothing else exists or matters.
• Each pussy move or pussy act involves one square of chocolate and one berry.
• You melt the chocolate in your mouth or while you kiss, and add the berry when you are ready to proceed.
• You go crazy or you go slowly as if you had one hundred years left to live.
• You look at her eyes from time to time and ask if she wants more chocolate with the berry or without, while you estimate the level of her love.
• You do not stop until she asks you to, and she may only want to pee.

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Pussy-Starving: A Pussy Sonnet

Your lips below the world where no Sun shines

Are my sole reason for staying alive

I mean my world with all its signs and lines

Where you are standing striving to arrive

I am here for you with every big word

All small sighs and encores and do not stop

Your breasts gently squeezed I know the password

Your ass will be my death never a swap

Rubbing off with my tongue where it sat down

Kissing every centimetre for me

Sliding my tongue slowly from my meltdown

Towards heaven on Earth your-my pussy

Moving there completely with all my words

Learning to consider them as two thirds

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Reach Her Inside: A Prickly Poem

How do you reach her inside

A kiss opens her mouth

parting her lips

meeting her tongue

A nibble of each ear

tells her stories of the future

one per ear

at least one’s a lie

A smile for her eyes

if you’re lucky

you can see the Sun

Her chin in your mouth

as if measuring its size

as if tasting the bottom of her smile

Her neck a column of kisses

a pillar of things to come

Her hands are everywhere

you know there are two

you feel there are four

sometimes a fifth

Her breasts stop you hot

two beauties in heat

the Sun is cold

nipple to nipple

heart to heart

milk on occasion

if a baby dreams of touch

Her portal to heaven

both wit and charm

smiling

understanding

sailing inside

good dark

humid love

dynamic

Hawai’i sunset

love-drunk

Both her feet

rubbing against your skin

raising everything

even your love

She turns to her side

usually the heart

you touch the clouds

they hide something inside

out

in

around

Her back bends

your mind bounds

You’re back

you kiss her face

demand her tongue

tongue to tongue

love to love

Is it enough

Love never lasts

Bite her middle finger

whichever is there first

Love is like a prick

the heart’s is famed

the mind’s penetrates