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The Book of Misfits mentions you. So does
The Book of Mama Clit and the Gospels
of Cunnilingus. Love, you have itches
never scratched. You’re shy and call them scruples
when it comes to exploring the carnal
parts of knowledge. But here you are, your soul
incandescent, finger at work, knuckle
buried. Let the, “petite mort,” makes us whole;
it’s a little death then resurrection.
Only the most ravenous are welcome
in these books and you, love, are copious,
dripping, some would claim, with needs that no one
has met. Do not say that it’s strange to cum
for me, just embrace this divine strangeness.