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The Mothercunt Sonnets (8)


"You like my hair like this? Is it too cherry?"
My Mother asks. She's dyed it daring red
For Gil, the kindly gent she plans to marry.
"It's perfect Mother. Is he good in bed?"

"Not really, Baby. But he's fond of these."
She lets her house-gown open on the mass,
Sublime, of Mothertit. "He tries to squeeze
Them lamely, like they're fragile demitasse."

We chuckle, since I make the nipples bleed
Which nurtured me some forty years ago.
"Oh, Baby, suck me!" Mother groans, "I need
Your cruel mouth. Yes, bite me! Make me flow!"

I gulp hot jets of Titmead. "Fuck me now," I
   hear her grunt.
Its tit and twat. I spew sweet Sonwhey into

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