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bloodroot, clit, pearl tongue, Poetry, sonnet, your tongue tongued
Call it what you will, this soul called pleasure.
Button, nub, bald girl in a boat, pearl tongue,
jelly bean, pea pod, sweet spot, pink sugar
plum, moose knuckle, the box with the low-slung
jewel. The clit: here be hoodoo. Among
some this is where all magic gets cracking.
Fairy fire from your kiss as your tongue clung
to her girl flesh, as your tongue tongued. Tonguing.
Grinding. Clits like red cherries and fresh fruit.
Clits like queer books. A clit like a music
box, a song. A clit like sorrow’s bloodroot
for the unknown gods. A clit like lipstick
smear. Bush fire. Call it her goddess. Call it
your bliss. Call it soul-joy. Call it your clit.
memories of my ghost sista 
“Call it what you want…” According to my sources, most men don’t know how to find it, which is probably why there’s so many names for it. Got to be some sort of connection with the mystery and the desire to name, itemize, and file. Saw an article once on English slang for sexual organs – it was lenghthy, and more often than not, degrading. Insult what is not understood – the methodology of Manifest Destiny.
Later…
Yes, naming things is an odd business. Why one culture will have many names for one thing and other cultures only have generic terms that could be applied to many things. At one point I decided to compile a dictionary of cunnilingus terms from around the world. After a long search I sadly discovered it wasn’t going to be all that long. Still, the hunt goes on. Everyone needs a hobby. Cheers!