Amanda

Amanda has a big old puss
I can fit my arm my leg my head
Into her vacuumous void
Juices fill up then spill over the cup
Her lips puffy and such
I once put my whole hand inside of her jar
And pretended with my fingers that we were The Jackson 5
Tito Michael Jermaine Marlon and Randy
Sweat during their performance as I tickle this Ivory candy
We could start a family
 if time were truly on our side
Small tubes allow me to glide inside
The Big bang theory does not describe how we collide
My volcano can never erupt inside
Her choice
Her voice
Makes me tremble as I look and see how nimble she is
How those walls have welcomed two kids
How those walls can't begin to describe how wet she is
Amanda