Clit-Orations

For a piggy — who is more like an ornery kitten, and knows who he is…

i like my body when it is with your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

It’s a dream for most of you piggies… The sort of worshipful scene only one of my pets can hope for. Most delicious!

For piggies — and men in general — who would do well to ascribe to such beliefs to Me…

the boys i mean are not refined

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

And to be completely clear…

Any shaking of mountains when they dance, I take this to mean they anger the Goddess with their supposed dances of joy, for they leave women and the world wishing they would learn proper manners & appreciate wit. Such unrefined pigs are a bore.

Thankfully, they do not last long with Me.

Tags: erotica, Poetry