Wet Cunt Mama

Wet cunt mama digs it deep.

She takes beautiful men

opens the rose and poses.

Outside the stray cat raises,

and the hairs on the wolf’s back

give hint of the defense

and the attack.

Give it to me hard God

the truth of your doctrine,

the love and the blood

that goes along with it.

Wet cunt mama takes everything deep.

At night when she sleeps

the brow is smooth

even during dreams when she dies.

For she parts for pleasure,

and she unlocks for pain.

In her womb good and evil

are offspring of the same beast,

conscious of only the intensity.

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Coleen T. Houlihan received her BA from Wellesley College where she studied writing. Her poetry has been published in Poesy; Bellowing Ark; The Alewife; The Wilderness House Literary Review; Ibbetson Street Press, Spoonful: A Gathering of Stone Soup Poets; Spare Change; Clean Sheets; SMUT, an erotic mag out of London and others. For more of her work, please visit her website: www.coleenthoulihan.com