It’s my pussy and she does what she wants.
She does who she wants
She goes where she wants.
She doesn’t like to be tie down
Or kept in the house
Or petted aggressively
She needs to be free.
She’s rather prissy and pretty.
Ever so soft and she keeps herself clean
But sometimes she messy and brings home unwanted guests
She used to have a craving for regrets
I like my pussy.
It shouldn’t be a statement to say.
But I have seen neglected ones in my day.
Abandoned, ashamed and cast away.
Poor pussies who were controlled or unclaimed
So this is for my fallen pussies.
The one’s who thought they were not enough.
Who thought they were too loose or too fucked.
Who thought they would never be loved.
There is no such thing as a bad pussy.