The Mothercunt Sonnets (4)

Poem Info
88 words
1.5
2.5k
00
Poem does not have any tags

Part 6 of the 11 part series

Updated 10/31/2021
Created 08/12/2004
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
raygb37
raygb37
1 Followers

THE MOTHERCUNT SONNETS (4)

In church, her carnal fingers knead
My inseam bulge. (The pew
Contains but us.) She whispers creed:
"God has a cock--like you.

The male is in God's image struck.
I'll bet His is like yours.
Let's go. I want a Sunday fuck."
My Mother reassures

Me as I drive: "There is no guilt
In what we do. Believe
The human race could not be built
Unless those sons fucked Eve.

The preachers won't be--so I must be blunt.
Cain slew his brother over Mothercunt!"

raygb37
raygb37
1 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
Share this Poem

READ MORE OF THIS SERIES