I wish my bulbous lips were tucked, Not Protruding out as they’re sucked. Shy and Embarrassed as they reach, Down your chin- cheek to cheek. I wish my labia hung more even, Perhaps I could reach completion. Gravity tugs meat from my slit, Making it hard to reach my clit. I wish my pussy was less wet, Clearness outpouring, to my regret. From my tight, deep vaginal base, It’s strung down half your face. Still, I wish I was...