you may think it odd
but I refer to her vagina
as Oz…
the great and powerful
pink or purple…
I used to wonder
about the flavor..
if it’d be sweet or salty
or bitter
but the pussy explains itself.
I used to wonder
what it’d be like
to dip in the ocean
that’s clear or off white
but the pussy explains itself.
I used to wonder
after the first try
why it stayed on my mind
day and night
but the pussy explains itself.
I used to wonder
about that look in her eyes
from between my own thighs
as she watched the drool drip from my lips
but the pussy explains itself.
I used to wonder.
I used to try to figure it out
but I realized
there is no way to find the answer
no book, no potion, no magic, no sign
the pussy explains itself.