rejoice for my cunt
pink and wet
my inner flower spirit
resides in hidden folds
the dawn of Eros
a hard kiss
a hand up my skirt
fingers embrace my deep
thumb to gem
Where is the light in this twilight hour?
Soap operas for the wanting
Romantic novels for the faint of heart
Eros, tongue on my cunt
I fly, Eros, hand on my ass, I fall,
Eros, your sex in my mouth, I rise again,
praise the writers of porn who give us graphic sex
forgive the disbeliever for he knows not
what he does
primeval Shakespeare
write your prose to my cunt
delight her with your faculty
I offer you my cunt
on the stage of the sacred
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