Pussy Funk

I could not let you know the feelings I felt

When I assumed you queefed the odor that I smelt

I popped a boner that went straight up past my belt

At the thought of smelling something

That could make my loins just melt

It's so enticing when my weed smells just like skunk

You are the basket that my balls just love to dunk

No sense in wondering why my mustache always stunk

You know I like your steaming creaming pussy funk

That groovy gravy ran along my smiling face