A pussy is a terrible thing
to waste, Alice tells her lover.
He is on his back, drowsy.
She has ridden him hard, taken him deep;
now he is tired, ready to nap.
With one hand, she caresses his cheek,
places her pouty lips on
his open mouth.
The two tangle tongues.
Like it or not, he is becoming erect.
Again.
Alice sighs happily,
climbs astride
as he grabs her hipbones
for another wild coupling.
She is swollen and moaning,
calling his name,
unfolding like a flower,
already wet.
