tip of your velvet tastes like ocean teeth
to the left, experience soul of slant-
ed genitals, grateful I know how to
hum some high-toned melodies starting with:
I pledge allegiance to your cunt of the
united states of your body. And to
your clit, for which it sits—sexually
starved and sensitive to the blade of this
tongue. Sharpened serrated stunning taste buds
burning through several pitches, increasing
speed. Even God believed in eating out:
verse 7:3[1]—vulva, spherical-like
basin, pretends to be navel where wine
solidifies toward fleshy distinction.
[1] Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Verse found in Biblical Song of Songs, which some have believed to indirectly refer to cunnilingus. Alternate translation could read “Your vulva is a rounded crater, never lacking mixed wine.”
Originally Published August 2008