Sookie's P
He told me how much he loved my pussy.
He said, "If I were a poet, I'd write poems to your pussy.
If I were a singer, I'd sing songs about your pussy.
If I were a sculptor, I'd sculpt your pussy in clay, marble and granite.
If I were a holy man, I'd worship and adore your pussy.
If I were a writer, I'd write novels and short stories and essays and vignettes . . . all set in and around your pussy.
If I were a philosopher, I'd analyze, agonize, and philosophize about your pussy (even while inside your pussy).
If I were the President, I would rename this republic: The United States of Sookie's Pussy and put a revolving bed in the Oval Office so I could get 'round your pussy all the time!"
Well, guess it's good to be appreciated for something besides my mind.