What Would My Pussy Say?

If my pussy talked she would definitely have far too much to say
She'd be ranting and raving all night long
"I'm hungry - feeeeed me!!!"
"Listen to me - I'm loooonely - don't you know anyone?"
"Hey, look at those biceps and ummmmm ... what a tight end!"

My pussy would lead me to places I'd never go on my own
She'd grab my by the elbow, spray me with le Nuit Noir and dress me in black fishnet
We'd be off to the club, a lounge or an all night jazz bar
I'd sit with my sparkling water watching her weave and undulate towards her prey -
An unsuspecting sailor or a visiting French tourist would fall victim to her charms

If my pussy could talk she'd tell Mr. Right:
"Whatcha doing here all alone? I'm sure ya could use a bit of company. We should get outta here. Let me take that off that jacket for you though, isn't that better? You don't have to be anywhere tonight do ya?...."

My pussy knows what she wants and she's goes right out and gets it.
No meowing at the door for hours - she reaches right up and turns the knob.
Presto, the door opens and she walks right on through with her head and tail held high!

The truth is though - my pussy's crazy sweet but I keep her pretty much stowed away.
I love her to pieces but she's not to be trusted.
I give her the odd treat or scratch behind the ears and she whines for more
But that's all she's gettin these days.
If my pussy could talk she'd tell me: "Loosen up girl - live a little".
I'm sure she's onto something but I'm just not that kinda girl.
REALLY, I'm not!