Below the pussy there lies a haven
for fatigued or simply excited pricks
It is smooth like a valley near Venice
It is endearing and tops the anus
It is indeed an English fjord of love
hidden between two worlds invisible
No sweeter spot there is except pussy
If pussy is everything, would you think
that haven an oasis of spirits
I bless thee with much gratitude and awe
You complete me like no other methinks
I look at both of you with prolepsis
Did I ever get to know your glamour
or was it all a mirage in a part
of my mind I rarely inspect for clues
I touch you gently caressing over
whatever beauty was captured right there
I meditate aloud, “Pussy you are
my true love whenever you are too far
from me typing another little chant.”
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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.
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