Nourishment ad cunnus
by Jonathan Quince
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 16:47:14
Come hither, sweet girl; press yourself to my face. Let me know you—let me taste you—let me adore and admire this nether visage, this life-giving flower, this hallowed gateway of life and beauty.
Feed me as I lust for you; take from me as I give to you. Listen soundlessly with your southside lips as I speak wordlessly into them with my mouth, my tongue, my passion:
Poetry of sighs and moans
Is epic, panegyric praise
Reflected from my silent speech
Of wonder for your body;
And writhing choreography’s
Your carnal dance upon my face;
I long to set your climax free,
In love for femininity.
From cunt was I birthed to this world; and to cunt I now come for my worldly sustenance.