Tags
chaos gone urgent, cunnilingus, David Bowie, erotic poetry, glint, more than just spilled ink, poem, prince, sonnet, urgent
Being dead you spoke Latin, as all dead
people do. You talked of, “ligurio,”
eating your full by licking up. You said
that your, “landica,” needed a kiss. “Go
south, child,” teacher taught. Your clit mewled, snuffled
the scents on my hand. Being friends it crawled
from its shell to kiss me. I love jeweled
queens that glint cum with joy. Back then you sprawled
with your south mouth gaped. Back when Bowie, Prince
and you were still alive. Now you speak words I fear
are hard to translate; still, your dead girl’s cunt
still tastes divine. You know I love you since
we share your darkness, my light. I’m still here;
my tongue in your cunt. Chaos gone urgent.
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Note:
According to J.N. Adams (The Latin Sexual Vocabulary, 1982), the ancient Latin verb, “ligurio,” meant, “to eat something by licking it up,” and was used when referring to cunnilingus and oral sex. “Landica,” was the term used to describe the clitoris; however, it was considered such an obscene word that even Cicero was embarrassed to use it and simply mentioned that there was a word but refused to mention what it was.
