Ode to Pussy

The Empress
The pussy with lips that boldly unfurl,
Large and lush, a welcoming swirl,
Reaching out like petals in bloom,
Greet the cock with a tender plume,
As it glides in, they cradle and cling,
A dance of flesh, a glorious thing.

The Enigma
Then comes the pussy, trim and slight,
A neat slit, a mystery tight,
Subtle and sleek, a whispered tease,
Intriguing the mind with quiet ease,
The cock slips in, a shadow’s trace,
Revealing depths in that small space.

The Sovereign
Some pussies boast a hooded crown,
Clit perched high, a jewel renowned,
Lips parted soft, a regal gate,
Inviting thrust with steady fate,
As cock meets core, the hood retreats,
A pulsing hymn where pleasure meets.

The Maze
Others wear folds in lavish array,
A labyrinth lush in wild display,
Full and rich, they ripple and sway,
Embracing cock in a plush ballet,
It glides through waves, a textured sea,
Each crease a note of ecstasy.

The Sentinel
And then the pussy, bold and bare,
Simple lines with a primal stare,
No excess, just essence pure,
A quiet strength, a soft allure,
The cock slides smooth, a perfect fit,
Two forms as one, divinely knit.

The Pillow
A pussy plump, with curves so round,
A mound that rises from the ground,
Lips tucked in, a cushioned throne,
A warm embrace, a tender zone,
As cock sinks deep, it’s held so tight,
A velvet grip through day or night.

The Twilight
Some pussies bloom with darker hue,
Rich in tone, a shadowed view,
Lips that frame a vibrant core,
A striking contrast to adore,
The cock glides in, a bold descent,
Colors merge in sweet assent.

The Mirror
Others gleam with silken sheen,
A glossy shine, a satin scene,
Lips that glisten, soft and wet,
A siren’s call, a lover’s bet,
As cock moves smooth, it mirrors light,
A liquid dance, a pure delight.

The Expanse
A pussy wide, an open gate,
Sprawling free, it celebrates,
Lips that part with fearless grace,
A vast terrain, a sacred space,
The cock dives in, a broad caress,
Filling all in wild excess.

The Whisper
Last, the pussy, shy and small,
Hidden low, a quiet call,
Lips so fine, they barely show,
A secret kept in gentle glow,
As cock nudges in, it blooms alive,
A tender spark where wonders thrive.

The Ridge
Some pussies arch with subtle ridge,
A gentle crest, a living bridge,
Lips that rise in soft relief,
A sculpted form beyond belief,
The cock traces lines so fine,
A crafted path, a sweet design.

The Ember
Others pulse with inner heat,
A fiery core, a rhythmic beat,
Lips that quiver, warm and flush,
A primal pull, a tender rush,
As cock glides in, it meets the flame,
A union wild, too fierce to tame.

The Fringe
A pussy draped in delicate fringe,
Soft wisps that tease, a playful tinge,
Lips adorned with silken hair,
A rustic charm beyond compare,
The cock brushes through, a textured play,
A rustic dance in sweet array.

The Tilt
Some pussies tilt with angled grace,
A sloping line, a unique face,
Lips that lean in soft repose,
A quiet quirk that gently flows,
As cock aligns, it finds the groove,
A perfect slant, a lover’s move.

The Abyss
Then comes the pussy, deep and vast,
A cavern carved from pleasure’s past,
Lips that guard a boundless well,
A story only touch can tell,
The cock descends, a slow embrace,
Lost in depths of endless space.

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