“ A Delicious Little Four Letter Word “
c. 2001, Miriam M. Wynn

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this is one of the most delicious words
in the English language;
this, a four letter word of
sweetest dimensions;
this, at once harsh and crude
and gross revealing,
revels still in fullness, sweetness,
even as it is busy stealing
chastity and propriety from the stage.
It is a round, rough word,
mocking at the first letter,
fond and caressing at the last;
rounded in the middle,
an inverted hourglass,
figured full and curvaceous,
bursting with a serum to bring you
emotional utopia, a world only of the senses.

the word:
coming soft, low, begging on the
oh so delicate vowel at the
center of its being, it ends and begins with a sharp, sick
kick, a punch like the sting to bruise the entrance to heaven.

on this entry, between the gaping petals
it pushes, prances within the rosy orifice,
to finally make purchase within the very mouth;
rebirth and re-entry into and away from,
all to begin as it began–

the same,
as when that same sweet signifier
is uttered against the air,
smacking sweet as the signified
against the clutching doors,
the mouth a giant oral cavern
from which ancient urges stir,
demanding from the back, a consonant
rushing to the front, a vowel,
closing up again to swallow
the sacred letters, the final consonant–

all has been said, demanded, described
with this one word–
the air penetrated as the mouth,
gasping in surprise its desire,
is by the very word filled to the brim,
pierced by its self, the throat a tunnel
from which lust is demanded,
to which lust will flow,
into the round rosy orifice of lips,
slick teeth, expanding throat
around a seeking tongue,
a selfish finger, an invading

caress of muscle and thunder,
oracle of a staff at thrust,
climax of flesh against flesh,
kiss upon kiss of spiraling delirium ...

penetrative as the kiss below the waist,
the thrust at the core,
the mouth of the body, below,
the mouth of the mind, above,
this sweetest word–
the beginning and the end,
the push and the pull,
the invader and invaded,
the slap and the sting–
this one singularly filling
pretty little four letter word.

 



 
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