P***y

A Poem by Mario Vitale

a great subject matter

P***y

P***y ain't nothing but meat on the bone
I'll suck it I'll f**k it I'll leave it alone
beep beep on the phone
don't have to confide in me cause I'm grown
loose lips sinks ships
take some time to move those hips

got to first get it wet like my man Keith sweat
see you on the flip side squeeze
knock you to your knees
watching paint dry your as busy as a bee
what to achieve you got something up your sleeve

some of them p***y is so smooth
others like to grind
get an old lady and she'll rob ya blind
swing it flip sand it down
you be best if your out painting the town
you got the flow oh don't ya know
p***y is a mystery only she would know
got fast dreams in orgasmic screams
you make a believer out of me
your copping a style that went out a while
spread some cheeks so she sprang a leak
just a jingle to her cherry bell
gotta a lively story to tell
shave that p***y clean
spring on some sporting a mister clean

dig deeper then ever before while your out kicking it with a two bit w***e...
screaming more...more....more...
got a knock on the door time to slow down
gots the whistle in the middle while I'm playing with my fiddle
she's stronger down below right in the middle