OxonWoods Man

Tag: Clitoris

  • Ode to Clitoris


    Hidden Pearl

    Beneath the folds, a gem lies still,
    A pearl of flesh on tender hill,
    It quivers soft with whispered air,
    A shiver wakes with gentle care,
    Hooded close, its heart beats true,
    In quiet dark, it hums anew,
    A secret held in silken keep.

    Crescent Bloom

    A crescent curves, a moonlit sweep,
    It rises bold where shadows creep,
    Each touch ignites a fiery stream,
    A pulsing spark, a waking dream,
    No twin alike, its song takes flight,
    A rhythmic bloom in endless night.

    Velvet Knot

    A knot of silk, so small, so tight,
    Smooth as velvet, rich with might,
    It thrums to strokes, a steady beat,
    A tide that swells with rising heat,
    Fingers glide, its weave unfurls,
    A velvet pulse that grips and twirls,
    A knot that binds the soul to bliss,
    A tender twist none dare dismiss.

    Jagged Spark

    Some jut sharp, a rugged ridge,
    A lightning flash o’er passion’s bridge,
    Nerves snap tight, a sudden flare,
    Screams of joy tear through the air,
    Wild and rough, it claims its reign,
    A jagged jolt, a sweet refrain.

    Swollen Rose

    A rose unfurls, plump and grand,
    It fills the frame, defies command,
    Each kiss awakes a rushing flood,
    A heat that courses through the blood,
    Petals part, its power sings,
    A swollen bloom on ardent wings,
    A fragrant throne that holds the dark,
    A rhythmic rose with beating mark,
    A queen of flesh in full array.

    Shy Nodule

    A timid dot, so slight, so meek,
    A whispered note where few would seek,
    One touch, it leaps, a trembling start,
    A quiver drums the hidden heart,
    Soft and small, its might lies low,
    A secret star with quiet glow,
    A shy delight in shadows spun.

    Twin Peaks

    Twin ridges rise, a paired delight,
    Two crests that gleam in tender sight,
    Hands roam free, they pulse as one,
    A doubled dance beneath the sun,
    They sway, they merge, a rhythmic call,
    A twin-born thrill that conquers all.

    Deep Well

    A hollow dips, a shadowed sink,
    A well of want on pleasure’s brink,
    It pulls you down, a plunging dare,
    Ripples ride the heated air,
    Deep it hums, a primal tune,
    A spring that flows beneath the moon,
    A liquid beat, a surging swell,
    A dark embrace where passions dwell,
    A rhythmic rush no dam can bind.

    Polished Stone

    A stone lies smooth, a gleaming prize,
    It shines where tender flesh resides,
    Firm at first, then soft it bends,
    A pulse that yields as touch descends,
    Each rub a chant, each sigh a chime,
    A polished beat through endless time.

    Flickering Flame

    A wick so frail, a fleeting spark,
    It flares alive in velvet dark,
    Quick to blaze, swift to fade,
    A twisting flame by breath remade,
    It flickers fast, a teasing glow,
    A rhythmic fire she alone can know,
    A dance of light in fleeting streams,
    A spark that fuels her wildest dreams.

    Braided Cord

    A cord twists tight, a woven thread,
    Where nerves entwine and joy is bred,
    It tautens sharp with every tease,
    A beat that begs for sweet release,
    Braided fine, it hums alive,
    A lifeline strong where passions thrive.

    Echoing Drum

    A drumhead taut, a circle round,
    It thrums to love, a booming sound,
    Each tap resounds, each slap a roar,
    A rhythm shakes the very core,
    Echoes roll, deep and grand,
    A beat that only she can stand,
    A drum that calls through flesh and bone.

    Glistening Dew

    A dewdrop gleams, a bead so bright,
    It crowns the peak in morning light,
    Air alone can make it sing,
    A trembling note on fragile wing,
    Each brush a wave, each breeze a hum,
    A glistening pulse where joys come from,
    A liquid shine, a rhythmic tear,
    A jewel that whispers life is near,
    A drop that dances free and bold.

    Crooked Path

    A line runs bent, a winding trail,
    It twists through flesh, a crooked tale,
    Each curve a pulse, each turn a grace,
    A rhythmic map to sacred space,
    Off-beat yet rich, it charts the way,
    A path to bliss in wild array.

    Radiant Crown

    A queen ascends, a regal gleam,
    A crown of fire in flesh supreme,
    It reigns with force, both fierce and free,
    A spark that sings eternity,
    Each breath a hymn, each beat a throne,
    A radiant rule she claims alone,
    A final note, a grand decree,
    A rhythmic end to ecstasy.