A Naming of Parts

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Stroking her – there –
more pleasingly than she can ever remember,
he enquires, all mock-innocence:
'And what do you call it ...
this treasure?'

He might as well
have pressed
a panic button ...

Ransacking her mind,
like a passenger
fumbling for a lost ticket,
she seeks a word suitable
for this moment ...
for their mood ...
for his opinion of her.

Vagina? Too clinical:
after all, they are not biologists.
Pussy? Too twee
for the lover she longs him to be.
Vulva? No, no,
who uses a word like that?
What of those other terms
she remembers from
her adolescence?
Too coarse: what will
he think of her?

But then ....
'Cunt,' she murmurs
and somehow –
by lengthening the vowel,
by softening its consonants –
she strips the word
of all its guttural crudity
and it sounds
musical...
beautiful ...
magical.
'Cunt,' he whispers
admiringly
and his fingertips
glide over and into her.
Yes, she thinks,
when his lips sing the word:
it sounds as good
as it feels.

Curling her fingers
around him
(in the way she has learned he loves),
feeling his blood
pulsing against her palm,
she asks, wide-eyed,
wistful and grinning:
'But what do you call it ...
this ... this work of art?'

'What do you
want to call it?'
he counters, and his
eyes never leave her.

He might as well
have pressed
a panic button ....

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
So True!

It's odd how the naming of parts can be such a crucial affair. I think you captured the moment perfectly. Except I would have decked the guy for not playing fair. You know... tit-for-tat? Nicely done.

PiscatorPiscatorabout 9 years ago

A clever treatment of the parts problem.

Rossini12Rossini12over 12 years ago
A beautiful word.

Many years ago, a very old lady, once declared on a British radio show, "Cunt is the most beautiful word in the english language". I tend to agree, especially when uttered by a sexy woman!

Esperanza_HidalgoEsperanza_Hidalgoalmost 14 years ago
Sigh

again? You make me wet again?

lorencinolorencinoover 14 years ago
Commendable

The poem is excellent and deserving of the award. Most of all, however, I'm pleased at the effort to rescue the word "cunt" from the cesspool of bigoted imaginations.<br><br>

While cunt has persisted in the English language since before Chaucer, the equivalent word for the male organ in plain English (i.e. not from Latin, Greek, French or any of the other language borrowings that pervade English) has completely disappeared. At the end of your poem I imagined "cock" and sensed the same sensual magic in the mouth mouthing: "cock ‘n cunt." Great fun until I realized that the English word that was originally used alongside "cunt" was, in fact, "yard" and not "cock." <br><br>

Interesting to think that "cock" is a euphemism for "yard."

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