Independent ‘n’ free, she don’t follow fashion’s trends,
the grim reality, ‘n’ I don’t mean to offend,
gotta personal pelt, her facial growth’s in ya face!
A prickly portent of what’s lurking ‘neath the lace.
Kinda sexy, kinda scary,
she’s so hairy.
Don’ wanna lose ma faith, she don’ believe in razor blades,
a pretty, skinny wraith, donned head-to-toe in her own suede.
Beastiality, it’s like sleepin’ with a mole,
a lick of ‘er pussy, gotta cough up a furball/hairball.
I gifted her some depilation,
I had to upgrade to deforestation!
I hear wise men say, beauty’s only skin deep,
but they ain’t seen Mary ‘fore she’s shorn like a sheep!
©24.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
gotta personal pelt, her facial growth plain to see,
a prickly portent of what’s lurking down beneath.