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Because it’s so much fun to lick, and kiss, and slurp, and nuzzle outside the designated areas.
Because I always want to use more than my lips and tongue
Because I enjoying blurring the line between when it begins
Because I like to blur the lines between when it ends
Because one word, even such a large, fancy Latin one, isn’t enough for all it can be

There are whole worlds of cunnilingus
And only one word?
One word for when you kneel over me
Fists in my hair
Holding me still as
You rock and
Surge and
Grind into my mouth?

One word for when I catch you off balance
Catch your ankles in my large, strong hands
Turn you and press you in mid-tumble
So your knees nearly span your breasts
So you helplessly blossom open under my tongue?

One word for when you pull me towards you
And, resisting you
But not one last temptation
I slip instead down for a quick taste
Before answering your playful pull
With a lid-fluttered push?

One word for maddened howls
As I circle all that is not conventional,
The cups where tendons of your thighs join
The ought-to-be-ticklish hollows beside your mons
The rude flirtations with your perineum and ass
The broad, flat-tongued laps of enlarged halves of you
But never, no never closer
To your ridge-swollen inner lips
To your straining clit under it’s sensation-starved and angry hood?

One word for inarticulate hisses and sighs
As, play concluded,
I find my way to the spot you love best
I find the stroke you love best
I find the pressure you love best
I find the rhythm you love best
And spot you
And stroke you
And press you
And rhyme you
With nothing to distract you
But my lips and tongue

One word, for all the mischief
In the smile you get when,
My head pillowed on your open thigh, and
Your head pillowed on mine,
You mouth me deep
And I forget
And then, remembering,
And wetly swirling,
I smile that you forget?

One word for all that?

One word for any of that?

Well, let’s pretend
Cunnilingus is enough