i do love that word. i've lost the negative connotation that haunts it and that preys on listeners' innocence.
i hear it in love-making, how i love the juice that glistens around the "c" as i taste the rest of the word pushed out of my mouth with my tongue. i would say it over and over again, "i love your cunt!" "your cunt" "gorgeous cunt"
i read a poem about that word once, twice... many times. it was written by a woman, a teacher of grade school kids. how she wished they knew the beauty of it but couldn't tell them else they would all be thrown out of the playground.
i can say "cunt" a million times and only be brought to cherished memories of soft pelt, scent of slightly perfumed musk, the mind blowing warmth, and the moans escaping from playing in that feral garden.
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i hear it in love-making, how i love the juice that glistens around the "c" as i taste the rest of the word pushed out of my mouth with my tongue. i would say it over and over again, "i love your cunt!" "your cunt" "gorgeous cunt"
i read a poem about that word once, twice... many times. it was written by a woman, a teacher of grade school kids. how she wished they knew the beauty of it but couldn't tell them else they would all be thrown out of the playground.
i can say "cunt" a million times and only be brought to cherished memories of soft pelt, scent of slightly perfumed musk, the mind blowing warmth, and the moans escaping from playing in that feral garden.
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Or was it le's place?...can't remember...
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