Ken and Barbie went bird-watching in a National Park Ken peered through his binoculars, he saw a crested lark Barbie's thinking, "I really really want to kiss this geeky ornithologist!"
Ken says, "over there, in the lake, below the moon is that an osprey, or a loon?" Barbie stares at his tight ass she decides, "I'm gonna make a pass!"
Ken says, "in the cypress, do you hear the snicker of the grey sap-sucking flicker?" Barbie decides "I"m gonna get bolder!" she puts her arm around his shoulder
Ken says, "what's going on? do you wanna dance?" Barbie says, "NO!" she rips off his pants Ken says, "Okay!" he takes off her skirt then they take off Kenny's shirt. Next, Barbie's blouse and underwear soon the both of them are bare
Ken picks up Barbie in his arms, a hill of flowers is their bed Barbie whispers, "I like it soft and slow..." Ken ignores what she said
Ken skipped the foreplay, yes he did He skipped the nibbles and the strokes He did not do the cuddling, the laughs and silly jokes Ken was impatient, over-eager He held her in his arms and shoved his twig into her beaver
Thirty seconds, then release Ken's pleasure was very brief Now he's twitching, melancholy He came too quickly, oh! what folly!
Barbie now she says to him: "You had your fun, you shot your sperm now concentrate, 'cause it's my turn please be gentle, don't be rough I want you to lick my muff"
Okay, Ken spent five minutes, he spent the He rolled her over and tried again Fifteen minutes, then twenty-two his jaws, they slobbered, smacked and chewed half an hour, than forty-five! Ken was drowning between her thighs His fingers ached, his mouth is strained his tongue is cramped with terrible pain
Barbie lay there half-asleep, polite Ken munched on her all through the night
The sun came up and Barbie said: "Pay attention, sleepy-head! You had your silly climax, I ask you, where is mine? You're impatient, like all boys, you've got to take your time!"
Ken begged her, "Barbie, please give me a clue tell me how to stimulate you"
Barbie now remarks: "My clitoris is really quite petite to locate it at all is really quite a feat Men have died of hunger, men have died of shame several lovers went insane Hundreds tried but all have failed no man has ever made me wail"
"That sounds like a challenge!" Ken hissed into her face "I will find that little demon, and I will have a taste! I'm not at all fatigued, I'm feeling at my peak I will find your small clitoris if it takes me half a week!"
Headfirst he dove into the brush Methodical, he did not rush he explores her inch by inch Barbie does not squirm, she does not flinch
Ken wanders up her valley, he explores downstream in and out her crevices, you know exactly what I mean He poked her here and there he probed her everywhere the female organ should be something you just can't miss But Barbie? After three days there was still no clitoris
Ken was starving by this time, he was almost blind Barbie now remarked, "It's not impossible to find... but it would be easier I think, with a powerful telescope with that you'd have a chance, you'd have a glimmer of some hope"
"A telescope?" Ken wondered, "What about binoculars? The ones I use to admire the hovering vultures?" "Great idea!" Barbie whispered, as Ken renewed the hunt. Once again he slowly scanned her open... beep!
There at last he found it, like a diamond in the rough A microscopic clitoris in the middle of her puff with his little finger he touched the tiny spot it was boiling, steaming, it was extremely hot Barbie's legs began to twitch, her stomach began to spasm could this be, Ken wondered, the beginning of orgasm?
yes, it was! It was! At last! It happened now, extremely fast! After struggling together ninety hours, plus three Ken finally consumated his first date with Barbie
The moral of this gentle poem:
Everyone is different, no two are quite the same Is something is uncomfortable, don't accuse or blame please don't make any body feel shame Talk the situation through find out what you need to do there's a solution if your love is true