A high school lesbian love song

I've never been good at writing love poetry, So, this is not swiped 'just a little' from Grease :) But hey, I say imitation is the greatest form of flattery. So get flattered, Grease, and any other 50's style pop musicals. Here comes a lesbianish pop song...

Kylie, I lied.

Ki-yi-lie, I was blue, so I-yi-yi told you
I was fried, so I implied
I didn't want you for my bride.
Now night has gone, it's break of dawn
I know I was a foo-oo-ool,
Oh Ki-yi-lie, come back to me... I lied.

I lied to you, I didn't have a clue,
I didn't know I'd be denied.
I broke your trust, now I can't adjust,
please take me back, Kylie... I-yi lied.

Ki-yi-lie, I can't forget, the day I saw Annette.
You were sad, you cried, your eyes she dried,
so close I could have died.
But I was wrong, she was being strong
cos you were cry-yi-yi-yi ying,
over me, it's plain to see... I-I lied.

(Spoken)
Oh Kylie, I know I hurt you when I lied,
but you gotta believe, I never started out to deceive,
I was just trying to save some pride.
(Sung)
Ki-yi-lie, I was blue, so I-yi-yi told you
Didn't want this ride, not gonna be your bride,
but Ki-yi-yi-yi-yi-lie, I lied.

I lied to you, I didn't have a clue,
I didn't know I'd be curbside.
I broke your heart, just one place to start,
please take me back, Kylie... I lied.

Sasha x0x
(Copyright 2009. All rights reserved. Sasha W, formerly of Jorge's Cantina [It's much more better], has exerted her right to claim authorship of this work. Besides, who else would?)

I'm jonesin' for some booty

An ass, an ass, my kingdom for an ass
It's a wish I wish for a lot.
I dream of them so much it seems
they think I'm an old crackpot.

Those globes do something weird to me
It's a feeling I've never fought.
I'm not even choosy about this desire
they can be, jubbly, tender or taut.

Heineys have a hold on my senses
I'll easily get way overwrought.
I think I love 'em too much to be normal,
I love 'em much more than I ought.

I'm jonesin' for some booty,
it's something I've always sought
and even if it was illegal,
I'd chase it until I got caught.

'cos bottoms are gorgeous davvero
it's something I think should be taught.
Is there anything better curve-wise in this world?
I think you'll find there is naught.

So lift a glass of bubbly with me
while I try to explain this thought.
Butts are plain freakin' delicious!
Nothing better in this world can be bought!

Ode on a vagina

I thought that I would never see
a sight more lovely than teevee.
And then along comes the big V.

Eyes begin at toes, and then a-rise
the length of hose, the height of thighs
my heart to finally capsize.

Thighs converging, apex luscious,
submerging at the hidden palace
I'll trespass at that viscous crevice.

Could this be that famous early Christmas?

Smoother than beige naugahyde
or fluffy, like a teenage bride.
You know I love that front backside :)

It looks so simple, uncomplicated.
But peer inside you'll be glad you waited.
It's always been vastly underrated.

Gently parting labia majora
like studying remote exotic flora.
Pandora herself would be an explorer.

Don't delve too far, there's more up higher.
Let your finger rise, (you know I'm no liar),
to that little bump, the source of fire.

It's hidden beneath a retractable hood
and to touch it makes my nipples wood, where soft ones first stood.
But I'll keep doing it. You know that I should.

Then somehow, warm juices begin to emerge.
Petals unfold, emotions merge and surge,
til we reach for a peak, and we're on the verge...

...of a climax. But wait, it's better to linger,
make it last, make it cling, make it a heaven-bringer.
Like you've put yourself through the proverbial wringer.

Rubbing harder, faster, hips rising, thrusting,
Fingers entering, tongue licking, sucking, lusting.
Legs spreading, knees rising, and always trusting.

Then Pow! Kablewie! The rockets red glare!
Flares go shooting, cherry-bombs light up in mid-air.
You'll swear, and declare, nothing can ever compare.

Relaxing now, legs splayed, state of bliss.
Rosy blush on her lips, she's happy, our miss.
I bend down finally and give her a kiss.

Right on the lips :)

Curtsying,
Sasha x0x

I love boobs,

There's nothing in this world I love
more than boobies, tits or breasts.
They're splendid works of art to me
and you finds 'em on your chests.

Funbags, hooters, melons,
I know I'll have my mockers.
But I don't care, they're not so rare
Most girls have tasty knockers!

I love their booby softness,
the way they bobble and jiggle.
And when I squeeze their booby nipples
they make me wriggle and giggle.

Have you seen a wrinkly nipple?
Hello!? There is no better better view.
To see them curl up at your touch
can cause a block-long queue.

Their bouncy dance attracts me
more than vodka or José.
I never try to fight it.
Do I sound like some cliché

So come with me to titty land
We'll find a great souvenir.
No matter what the size you like,
we have the right brassiere.

Jugs, casabas, tatas
racks, bazookas or headlights.
No matter what we call 'em,
They're gorgeous and they're our birthrights.

a shy curtsy,
Sasha x0x
(I wish I had used melons and boingly-doinglies. Maybe next time.)