My Pussy is a Porsche

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Assignment 3.1 - My Pussy is a Porsche

Streamlined
And fast to drive
It’s not a big car,
Lines rounded and clean.
Slim labia,
Sleek receptive clit, sheltered in a hood that doesn’t release it.
An original paint job,
A whisper of golden curls.
And you better know how to drive,
Cause she’s not an automatic.

Now before you take me wrong,
I love the nature of a pussy,
I love the nature of all pussies, not just mine.
In every way they come.

I love the station wagons,
Sexy fingers, pressing four deep,
Ready to take the thumb.
Looking at that, you want to push their hand away
And feel the hot wet open comfort, tight around your own hand
It’s a delicious thing.
The hotness of that kind of pussy,
Sweet and wet.

I love the custom pussy too,
Bar under the clit,
Rings in the labia.
High maintenance pussy.
Hours of work in that custom job.
Who wouldn’t want to grab those rings,
And see how high that engine revs?
See just what it takes to cross her red line.
Fast driving,
Wheel spinning,
Muscle car of a pussy.

I won’t forget the practical pussy either,
The Honda, the Mazda,
Trimmed and tidy.
It always runs,
Steady and realizable.
A pussy you can count on.
A pussy that doesn’t get there fast,
But she doesn’t break down.
She gets there.
She gets there every time.

Ah, and the luxury car,
Lips lush and as fluted as a peony
A pearl that sticks out
Like a debutants diamond.
Lush sweet ride,
Wet hot silk,
When you slide your fingers into her,
You know your going somewhere nice.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes,
The pleasure is in the journey.

I even like the Sunday Drive Pussy.
The kind of pussy that only comes out on special occasions.
Sometimes she won’t even start,
But when she does.
It’s a sweet easy ride in the country.
A take your time pussy.
A long road pussy.

But I started this talking about my pussy,
It’s got a hot engine,
And more power than you’d expect,
You've got to take it easy on the curves,
The speed can be deceptive.
But when you’re ready,
I’d like you to drive.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Ode to the pussy

I laughed. I cried. I fell in love with my pussy again. Thank you.

Wanton VixxxenWanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years ago
I'm gonna make him decide...

which one I am - and if he doesn't say "luxury car" - he's history and headed for the junkyard! lol This was a well thought out, creatively sexy poem. I think we women should have this as a "growth chart" on the back of our bedroom doors. <grin>

Vixxx

impressiveimpressivealmost 19 years ago
Well done!

I thoroughly enjoyed that! Thanks. ~Imp

TathagataTathagataover 19 years ago
I can't tell

antifreeze from window wash...

but this made perfect sense to me

You hit the mark with this one and the scary part is...it's so damn true.

Excellent work

Thank you

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
I'm looking out at the parking lot...

and it gives me an erection! Great fun, WR!

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