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call me auntie, cunnilingus, diphthong, erotic poetry, hash cakes, niqabi, poem, potheadette, sonnet, threesome
Words that rhyme with grunt: we’ve been friends so long,
forthright, strong: rumble of vowel. I’ve throat-
fucked you so much that we’ve made your diphthong
skip groove. That noise that you make, that keynote.
It’s odd when the only thing in-between
me and our stranger is a ribbed condom.
Because we lured, with hash cakes, with obscene
talk, your new neighbor over. A threesome
when you should’ve been at school. By the third
bite you bit her neck, her clit, called her aunt.
You might call yourself a potheadette nerd
in a niqab, we both know what you want.
That sound that you make; unfettered, sloppy
with joy; my best friend, soaking wet, gushy.