The damned and feared puckered bitch, her silky soft darkness. Where oft it was said, “That the sun don’t shine.”

In a world where puckered holes matter, please ditch the bitch tag, she should no longer live in shame, yet, revel in glory.

Let me take you by the hand and lead you along different paths, where new pleasures well up within.

The lube applied, my finger presses, your ring awakens. Gently massaged, she moves aside, yet grasps me tight. Caressing your sweet sweet pucker round and round, deeper and deeper she responds and welcomes me home. 

"Your temperature's fine."