Best Pubic Hair Poems


Premium Member A Lily White Bum

Put on his red bathers you're joking
Too tight something out front it was poking
found another old pair 
to cover up pubic hair
He's now off to the ocean for soaking

Now he's looking quite bronze and quite fancy
Ready to meet his girlfriend who's called Nancy
on the sand they will walk
hold hands while they talk
One day she might be his fiancee

Find a spot that's private and shady
to skinny dip with his beautiful lady
several others have come 
they see his lily white bum
His girl's given surname it's O'grady

From ocean water body's cool, appetisingly salty
 Sun burnt skin's feeling sore and quite faulty
He wants to bonk on the shore
She says no that's for sure
He says your excuse is unloving and paltry

His ex girlfriends name was Cecelia
Too often he wanted to feel her
with legs very bandy
he was often so randy
In the sun in in the hay made love to this sheila

Now this oversexed man so begotten
So naughty they smacked his big bottom
but he wasn't deterred
still did what he preferred
Loved underwear made out of soft cotton

Now it's summer he's feeling quite warm
Many old tricks he does often perform
out in his work shed 
there's a double sized bed
Where they shed all the clothes that are worn

It's now time for a warm summer party
Can attend it's casual not arty farty
still daylight at nine
have a whopping good time 
Good conversation and laughter that's hearty

Premium Member La Maja Desnuda and La Maja Vestida

Nudes were outlandish and unique in Goya’s time
A harlot asked to paint her nude with pubic hair
On criticism, he refused to paint without clothes sublime
Instead painted another one with fair clothes 
Clothes make the man, especially woman with care. 

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August 7, 2014
Dr.Ram Mehta
Ninth Place win
Form: Ekphrasis

**Inspired by the two paintings - the nude woman and clothed woman
of Francisco Goya**.

Premium Member Erotica - Goya Style

Not surrounded by cherubs,
the Nude Maja
shows pubic hair...
She stares,
and makes women ill at ease,
though I cannot speak for men.

There is a faint line of hair
from crotch to navel...
I cannot say I quested this
and most men would not care,
(or would they?)
for chance to see inclusion.

The pillows are nice
and the green coverlet,
but one is drawn to piercing eyes,
and the fact she has nothing to offer
except to show off cheap-style
in Madrid's Museo. 


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9/8/2015

Contest - Controversial

Sponsor - Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

6th place win
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.


Dear Wambo

Mambo (hi)
I talked to mum and brother and they say you are not doing well
Mum says the last time she saw you, you were better
She says you are worse now
Your once clear eyes, are now yellow
Auntie showed me a message you posted three weeks ago on whatsapp 
Before you went to India 
You sounded so hopeful
India couldn't do anything for, you are at terminal stage
A topic we hardly talk about because of your age
But we have too
There is no time left too

The only time we have,is to love

My most memories of you, of us
Is when I was entering puberty
I remember embarrassingly asking you about pubic hair, breasts, adams apple
In my homescience assignments 
You were so good at answering them
You were so good at teaching me that new world I was about to enter
You were a great mentor

And those chapatis, OMG! 
I remember your cooking lessons
You were so good at making that bread
With it, we were well fed

Thank you for being an awesome cousin
The only time we have, is to love

Desert Head

Desert Head
The tales they told of ole sailor Fred,
Had skin-grafts a grafted on top of his head,
To keep out the baldness, a triangular patch,
Touch of a p smell coming, perhaps,
 with the new hairy faerie thatch,
stay upwind & have a care,

They
Hand grafted his pubic hair,
The curly stuff sort-ov a growing there,
no cause for blinking despair,
like a new turf a growing instead,
on yester-years billiard ball head,
there goes Freddy the Lair * : }-  
tuit sweet, complete with new hare, 
 and the curls begot curls, so they said,

{pretty boy}

Don Johnson

In the Sixties

that's the one, the glorious fun, 
my first gorgeous slow sex, in
a kitchen, while borsch was cooked

that's the one, the Beatles the kaftans, 
the hair, the kinky-boots along the street,
and hash smoked in chilly twilight, as the
pouting police drove by;

that's the one, the decade, the one hundred 
and twelve months, no fame, living in the shade
and getting drunk and laid, and not understanding 
love or "feelings", or how the world was made

that's the one, my decade, with black pubic hair
(now turned white) and cigarettes and ale and songs 
of Ireland and America, sung glorious in group of
horny-handed boys; on into the night

that's the one, the only decade, with leather waistcoats,
Levi jeans, Picasso, Art Pepper and fake jumping beans;

just sell me this glory, this knight-bloated fiction, your
drama and expertise, like Benny goodmnan on his trapeze

and now fifty years gone by, I've travelled on, to pastures, 
loans and mobile, dancing phones; rebellious off-spring now 
in tow, their decade, beginning the same, steamy, furtive show;

and when the bus of doom draws close, and the angel asks 
me,"where to go?", I'll trip my fingers on his bow, saying,
 "through the sixties, please take me slow,"


Outdated

she was hot - like a menopausal flash
he was hard - like arteriosclerosis

limber lumbar but an ancient memory
a touch senile, maybe, a touch unsensory

and yet the sparks still sparkled
in eyes that cataracts encircled 

old flames popped from recollections
of wanton desired seductuous affections

desiring what's called dirty, before becoming dirt
flaunting flirty, hungering each other's desserts

s l o w l y they stood as erect as they could
gnarled hands came together, tactfully understood

it might be their last chance - last dance
last night lust - of their senior romance

while everyone else was babbling and talking
they quietly departed and away went walking

past the station where nurses hunched typing
past security, past the ornery old griping

out to the absence of society's luminescence
out past their own - perceived obsolescence

under sky, wisps of cloud, under far distant suns
they found clearing to finish, what nature'd begun

spread out a blanket, helped each other down
patiently, s l o w l y, made love on the ground

her breasts hanging low, her pubic hair gray
her craving for him to go all the way

and he, sight poor, gently reached out to her
and tasted her nipple, french-kissing connoisseur

she spread desire open to Mother Nature's all
he inserted desire, quietly moaned a faint call

and they both reveled in what life had given them
the desire to tempt - the acquiescence to be tempted

© Goode Guy 2013-07-22
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Premium Member You'Re In Trouble - Bawdy Warning

My neighbour, Mellifluous Myrtle
Her urine she’d stir with a spurtle
She’d give me a wink
Then down it as drink
She’s loopier than the mock turtle!

One Sunday we’d watched the Grand Prix
She proffered a flask of her pee
I said, “Sorry dear
It’s cloudy not clear -
I much prefer my English tea!”

Her pubic hair she'd tried to perm
The lotion gave a nasty burn
I phoned up Bill, her son
And said ,"Please visit mum, 
Her conduct is cause for concern."

I recently heard some great news
That Myrtle’s son won a year cruise
I must hope and then pray
When they leave on Friday
Her bev’rages ain’t from the loos!

Pole Dancing

The action is downtown going quickly there 
are girls dancing on a pool symbolism not needed 
this constant friction any pubic hair left 
it doesn`t matter it is in garish colours and
music that arrests free thinking and lap dancing are for losers
the only time the get an intimation of sex 
and going home and pocket masturbate and feeling quailed 
drying your shoes on the mat, your mother saying there 
are sandwiches in the fridge 
not let her know you had dancing girls sat on your lap.

Free Cee I Do Not Care What Yall Think of My Poetry You Need To Read This One

SO WHAT’S FOR SINNER?

A man can invite a ten year old girl over for dinner
And thus would she become one of his many guests
But for certain it takes one very sick sinner
To rape a girl who doesn’t even have breasts

The creep’s sickness dwells deep in a sordid soul sodden with sin
As he waits for the manifestation of his illness to begin
He defiles not only her but the little girl’s ma and pa
And she hasn’t even purchased her first training bra
Her crotch bears not one pubic hair as yet
And he deserves whatever the scumbag may get
Whatever the court gives him only death would do
For defiling someone so innocent and so new

So have her over for dinner if you wish
But don’t dare let your lasciviousness show
Serve her some food on a fine china dish
But keep your hands off the girl until her breasts get to grow
      © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
IF ANYONE OF YOU GENIUSES KNOW WHAT EPITHALAMIUM IS PLEASE LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I HAVEN'T A CLUE

My Wish For Your Day

They say we should not judge a book by it cover
But if the tittle is Souleiman Hamzah
Then I think I ever glance through

Hey man, if you can hear me out 
Your yester years wasn't bad 

People say  it was good 
But to me it was better 
And I know you will do best today

As you have just been given a brand new book to continue your story 

Hey man, if the pubic hair you grow today resulted from the competition between day and night to rule us,then u should be a good competitor

For you were born to rule 
Even were I was a tail, you were the head 

Hey man, it is not what you are chasing that I wish for you 
But on what your name is written, I pray will come your way.

Fuq Him

Aiyyo, Fuq him I'm so mad right now yo! For real, Fuq him!
You know what, I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to get him reminiscin'
I put on them high-healed shoes and the short, short skirt
Fuq him and the oil I put on my body
See, I'm a woman who loves her man, and Fuq him if he don't love me
Got me frantically crying eternally
Dialing six numbers and hanging up on the seventh
Dialing seven numbers and hanging up on the first ring
I'm dialing seven numbers waiting til' he answers and 
Just plain hanging up 
And Fuq him if he don't love me
He got me calling up old flings to change the scene and
Hanging with friends to make me seem happy
Going to the store just to be busy
Reading this book about love that reminds me to 
Fuq him cause he don't love me
I want to holla at anotha
Just so he can see
I want to holla at anotha nigga 
That expects the best out of me
I proceed to holla at a nigga but he don't hear me
And see It's not that he don't want to holla,
He just never heard me scream, Cause 
"Deep In my mind, I’m only dreamin'”
 I would wake wit a thought of this nigga
Then remind myself saying Fuq Him 
Cause he don't love me
Curl my hair to keep shiit right for this nigga
Pretty underwear to show at night for this nigga
Trimming all kinds of pubic hair for this nigga
At one point, thought I’d give in quick for this nigga
Even though I know I should forget this nigga
I want to hold and squeeze and love this man
Though for this man I have portrayed a fool
Wrung myself out into a puddle of silly putty
And I make more than him So...
It ain't about the money!! 
So Fuq that! I love that Nigga!

Public Water Slide

Aqua concrete,
With skinned knees, 
And that Alderman
Fat and 
Inconspicuus, 
Until mother 
Filmed him. 

The water slide, 
Slick and Fun, 
but not after
I sprouted
Pubic hair. 

And then, 
in winter, the
frozen air
Tempted me
To fornicate
In that very 
same place. 

I pray for 
An earthquake, 
To shatter and
Dismantle this
Deception

Premium Member Limerick Crochetes: Once Bull-Frog of a French Syndic - Part One

Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic

Part One 

Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With Janitress-Husband
They sucked Co-Proprietors' Council sick

Now Janitress had much lard to spare
Front back cheeks belly thighs but spare hair
So Bull-Frog humped her back
To keep her hair intact
Bull-Frog ate Porc-U-Pine falling hair

Now Co-Proprietors' presidents
Saved lots of hair-wilting rodents
Pipes stuffed with hairs pubic
Made proprietors sick
Porc-U-Pine made pubic wig from rodents

Yet Porc-U-Pine wailed all day and night
" How am I to keep flying my kite ?
Flying saucers see nought
On my scalp lives no thought ! "
Appealed to Town Hall Caïd for more might 

" Porc-U-Pine, Dear, your sting I like best !
Can you this Injun now put to rest ? "
" Yes, Sir ! You know how well
Your words make my lard swell !
I'll put this Ol' Bum on acid test ! "

" I'll ask Syndic Bull-Frog to puff hard
Through his WC pipe under board
I'll stuff hoards of pubic hair
Plus more from rodents' lair
To force Ol' Bum to swim in building's turd ! "

" Now, My Darling Porc-U-Pine ! How nice
To know you and I share the same vice
Ask Mason Brother Police
To salute you, as-you-please
Kiss your cheeks up or under likewise ! "

Bull-Frog croaked : " She's under my orders !
No way I'll be made to suckle udders !
Tell the Lord President
I'm thick as she's cement
Nothing less than top Republic's honours ! "

© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 18, 2018
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Fuq Him Revised

You know what
I’m so mad right now for real
I’m so mad I don’t even care
He don’ pissed me off 
I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to keep him reminiscing 
I put on them high-healed shoes showing my pedicured toes
And that short asss skirt just for my own damn health I suppose
Hum how dare him think I did it all to make him happy 
Fuq him and the oil I put on my body to make it shine (to keep my skin from flakin)
Cause I’m a woman who loves her man and 
Fuq him if he don’t love me
He got me frantically crying eternally
Dialing six numbers and hanging up on the seventh
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up on the first ring
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up when he answers
Cause I really don’t have shiit to say
Except for fuq you cause you don’t love me
He got me Up in the middle of the night turning the heat up 
And holding my pillow tight
Hanging out with old flings just to change the scene
Got me going to the store just to seem busy
Buying shiit that I don’t even need 
Sitting here reading this book about love that reminds me
To fuq him cause he don’t love me
That’s aiight cause I’m gon’ go holla at anotha nigga
Just to make him see
I’m gonna go holla at anotha nigga that expects the best out of me
I proceed to holla at anotha nigga but he don’t here me
And it’s not even that he don’t want to holla at me cause
Deep in mind I’m only dreaming
Cause I would wake with a thought of this nigga 
Reminding myself to fuq him cause he don’t love me
Curling my hair just to keep shiit right for this nigga 
Pretty underwear to show at night for this nigga
Pluckin all kinds of pubic hair for this nigga
At one point thought I’d give in quick for this nigga
I know I should for get this nigga
But I want to keep shiit legit wit this nigga
I want to hold and squeeze and love this man
Though for this man I have portrayed a fool 
I wrung myself out into a puddle of silly putty
 And I make more than him so it ain’t about the money
So Fuq that I love this nigga

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