It started with a rose
It ended within her petals
There were only two of them
protruding gently
like lips ready to kiss me
I kissed them at first
They tasted like heaven
except that they really exist
Opening and closing like a doorway
to paradise express
no waiting to be ushered in
I was the sole surveyor of the place
All the wonders of existence
in one beautiful spot
How I love thee sweet pussy
Methinks you are everything
I laugh at all detractors
Forgive them for their ignorance
I will never understand those
who prefer pricks
There is of course
nothing wrong with it
But to me it is like
Klingon or sudden death
A pussy is beautiful and homey
A prick says it all
There is nothing to expand
but itself to a certain point
It is ludicrous at best
Although I know one woman
who called mine beautiful
You surely jest my love I said
She was freaking serious
Love is surely blind
often like a prick on the prowl
A pussy is like a tree
It has grown on me
I love all its branches
all its leaves
And its roots
are already deep in my brain
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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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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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Hot stuff!; written with sensuality and lust. You surely do that well!