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Click hereLittle rabbit,
you talk about
an open door policy.
They're sweet words
dancing in and then
twitching into fog.
Yeah, ok, that's nice,
but what about
my back door, baby?
Yeah, you heard me.
I want fuck
and cunt
and prick.
Taste those words
in your distant mouth.
They're hot,
jalapeno, salsa, wasabi.
Yeah, that kind of heat--
your tongue goes numb
your throat's on fire
your chest burns.
No liquid courage,
no Alice-drink
will open this door,
Sir Rabbit, it's a
little pink puzzled
rosebud waiting for you
to find her center...
and
did you leave your key
on the table,
way up there, sailor?
Her poetry is original and surprising! Before I wouldn't mix sex with poetry, but with Ms. Kitt, I get inspired!
I truly love this poem.
Wasabi, like a hot woman that is nice and juicy, is the best!
i wonder how many pick up the jefferson airplane spin / i enjoyed this kittyn / a lot of sharp points here /
The heat and sting of this was nice, and like Tath, I like the tempo of the poem. It was like rubbing the eyes after chopping habeneros... the sucker stings!