song of my cunt  

I can smell my own cunt—
a sweet scent that rises from
beneath this skirt
(I wore the flowered skirt today
because I am one big smelly flower
looking for a bee)
and it turns me on, this smell—
to know that I’m ripe
and ready to go, go, go
pick-up boys, pick-up boys
pick-me-up boys because
I’m ripe and ready for rollin’
my cunt message is nail me now
but don’t be hangin’ round
to chat me
and don’t be balking at
goin’ down
on me
just because of this
funky smell
coming from me
’cause this is an itch
that needs a licking
a kissing

but then again
it might only mean
that I just
need a bath.

© 2006 Justine Vigneron