Pussy

All of me loves your pussy.
Before I sleep at night,
I whisper ‘good night’ to your pussy.
Dreaming during the night,
my lips are on your lips, your pussy lips.
When I awaken in the morning,
having fucked you in my sleep,
I kiss your pussy ‘good morning’,
praying for it, a pleasant cum-filled day.
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
I eat and drink only your pussy, licking it,
tonguing it, the only pussy I crave.
All that I write is imbued with your pussy.
In moments of solitude, of meditation,
my mantra, my sacred incantation,
pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy…

My cock loves only your pussy.
I see your pussy everywhere –
your hot pussy on the coffee table,
your juicy pussy in the market,
your holy pussy on the church steps,
your ethereal pussy when I upwards
gaze, your spicy pussy here
Mexico’s border, your raw pussy
in the sushi dives of Chinatown,
your pussy, oozing cum, freshly fucked,
in the cream-filled pastries of Vietnam.
My cock sees the world as your pussy,
a big, maybe pinkish, or reddish,
perhaps brownish, always wanting,
always wanted, beautiful pussy.
Imagined, cherished, worshipped.

My lips, tongue, and fingers are
desperate for your pussy.
Other pussies do not enthral.
If I had a pussy, my pussy would
love your pussy. Surely, every pussy
loves your pussy. Alas, I have a cock.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but, then,
how could I fuck you? How could I
feel so deep inside you. I need to be
inside you, seeding you, breeding you.
As a poet, I love your pussy.
As a sorcerer, I love your pussy.
As a man, I love your pussy.
The gods of heaven love your pussy.
The daemons of hell love your pussy.
Homo faggot, I  love your pussy, still.

All of my senses love your pussy.
In every flower, I smell your pussy.
In all that I savour, I taste your pussy.
In anthem, canticle, and paean, I hear
your pussy. In cotton, linen, silk, and wool,
I touch your pussy. All day, every day,
everywhere, ineluctably, enchantingly.
I see your pussy. Missing you, wanting
you, kissing you, holding you, from miles
away, in your pussy’s embrace I am held.
Lover, muse, goddess, angel, on my
knees, between your knees, on my back,
on top of you, inside you, your pussy,
my cock, together, one, apart, still one.
I lust for your pussy. I live for your pussy.
Never forsworn, my vow to you, my Pussy.