by I.C.
It was New Year's Eve and I was starting to dress
I bought this little black outfit I wanted to put to the test
I was coming from the shower when I heard the bell
"It's ten o'clock, what the hell..."
Threw on a robe; looked out the peep hole
It was my gurl Vanessa shivering in the cold
I opened the door to let her in
"I haven't talked to you since Xmas, where you been?"
She looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and sat
"Uh,Uh gurlfriend you gotta do better than that!"
"Okay", she said, "Have I got a tale.
I've been to heaven and it was hell.
It was, Xmas day, I looked under the tree
There was this strange box I thought was from you to me
It was wrapped all in silver with a bow of red
It had a simple card - 'open me for pleasure' was all it said
I tore at the package, opening it with glee
To my surprise there was a little pussy staring up at me!
Pussy smiled at me and she pursed her lips
I dropped the box, thinking surely I'd flipped
'Ouch, hey babee', I heard her moan
'Is this how you treat pussy in your home?'
I crawled to the box and placed her in my hand
Well that little pussy started to expand
She grew and grew til she was five feet tall
I stumbled away, backed up on the wall
Her lips were pink, her clit was bare
All I could do was open my mouth and stare
Pussy started laughing, 'Come here' was all I heard
'Let Pussy move you' and she was true to her word
Pussy was there when I slept and there when I woke
She played and prodded; peeked and poked
I had pussy for breakfast and pussy for brunch
Pussy at tea-time and pussy for lunch
At dinner, on sweet pussy I'd dine
Then a little nitecap of pussy wine
I had pussy in the shower and pussy in the bed
Pussy on my toenails; pussy on my head
After a week of straight pussy, I started to shake
I was all pussyed out; no more pussy could I take!
I asked her to go; I pleaded and demanded
But pussy refused; she got pussy heavy-handed
She started to grumble, said I was in luck
'Pussy is gonna take you on a continuous fuck!'
I rolled back my head and started to cry
I thought for sure from pussy I was going to die!
In the corner of the room, I saw the box under the tree
That's when an idea came to me
I dashed for the box, threw it in the firplace blaze
Pussy looked at me weakly and started turning to haze
'Save me, save me', she started to roar
I just grabbed my coat and dashed for the door
I know you think I'm a liar and a louse
But please, please don't send me back to that house!"
I looked at Vanessa, could it really be
Had she found Pussy under the Xmas tree?
I realized I would probably never know
What strange gifts the Xmas winds might blow
But think of this tale and those of its kind,
And remember - too much Pussy can blow your mind!

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