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mercifulserpent) wrote2005-09-10 07:02 pm
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the woman with two vaginas -- denise duhamel
The Woman With Two Vaginas
The woman with two vaginas tried her best
to hide them from her husband. It was difficult
because her vaginas weren't in the usual place
but in the palms of her hands. To distract her husband,
she tickled his penis with her nipple,
or she took him into her backside.
She had traveled far, from a place she preferred
not to talk about, and her husband assumed
she learned her sexual practices there. He was happy
until he discovered his wife
pissing through her fingers, as though she were trying
to cup running water. He wished
that he didn't know what he then knew --
that his sexy young wife was also a ghost.
This was no time for sentimental lust --
a ghost can only bring loneliness to a snow hut.
So he strapped his wife into his kayak
and deposited her on an ice-floe far from home.
He told her to go back to the Land of the Dead,
but she was trapped like a moving shadow
that was neither here nor there. Some say
they still hear her sobbing: "My husband
will not have me! My husband will not have me!"
But she has no way of knowing how he misses her
twin vaginas, how he tries his best to
hide it from his new wife -- yet the village is small,
the gossip as fast as wind during a storm.
It's said he makes his new wife slap his face,
to feel the warm tingle of her fingers,
that he then cries out into her barren palms.
http://capa.conncoll.edu/duhamel.ww2v.html#41
The woman with two vaginas tried her best
to hide them from her husband. It was difficult
because her vaginas weren't in the usual place
but in the palms of her hands. To distract her husband,
she tickled his penis with her nipple,
or she took him into her backside.
She had traveled far, from a place she preferred
not to talk about, and her husband assumed
she learned her sexual practices there. He was happy
until he discovered his wife
pissing through her fingers, as though she were trying
to cup running water. He wished
that he didn't know what he then knew --
that his sexy young wife was also a ghost.
This was no time for sentimental lust --
a ghost can only bring loneliness to a snow hut.
So he strapped his wife into his kayak
and deposited her on an ice-floe far from home.
He told her to go back to the Land of the Dead,
but she was trapped like a moving shadow
that was neither here nor there. Some say
they still hear her sobbing: "My husband
will not have me! My husband will not have me!"
But she has no way of knowing how he misses her
twin vaginas, how he tries his best to
hide it from his new wife -- yet the village is small,
the gossip as fast as wind during a storm.
It's said he makes his new wife slap his face,
to feel the warm tingle of her fingers,
that he then cries out into her barren palms.
http://capa.conncoll.edu/duhamel.ww2v.html#41
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Wow. Funny and romantic as hell.
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