Words They Won’t Print

I want to fuck you in the language we’re not supposed to use
The dirty words our mothers washed out with soap
I want to say cunt and mean it as worship
As the holiest word I know for what I want to destroy myself inside
You make me want to speak in profanity
In the vocabulary of back alleys and basement shows
Where nothing is cleaned up for radio play
I’m talking crude and meaning it tender
Saying pussy like it’s prayer
Like it’s the only honest word left in my mouth
All the polite terms taste like lies
Like someone else’s shame I’m supposed to swallow
But I want to choke you with the truth instead
Want to whisper cock in your ear until it sounds like music
Until the forbidden syllables become our private scripture
I want to write fuck on your body in languages that get censored
In words that make people clutch their pearls and look away
The asterisks can’t contain what I want to do
Can’t soften the way I want to split you open
With my tongue speaking only in obscenities
In the mother tongue of flesh that knows no manners
You taste like every word I’m not supposed to say
Like goddamn and Jesus Christ when I’m inside you
Taking the lord’s name in vain while taking you entirely
The blasphemy makes it better
Makes it real in a way that pretty words can’t touch
I don’t want to make love, that’s not honest enough
I want to fuck until we’re both speaking in curses
Until shit and damn and hell spill out like glossolalia
Like we’re possessed by something that won’t be censored
Your tits, your ass, not breasts and posterior
Not the sanitized versions they print in textbooks
I want the raw words, the ones that get bleeped
That make editors nervous and parents cover their children’s ears
I want to say them all while I’m coming
While you’re coming, while we’re both too far gone
For polite society and its approved terminology
Damn you for making me this filthy
For making me want to speak in banned language
In the words they cut from films and radio singles
In the vocabulary of pure want without apology
I’m saying dick and balls and getting hard
Not aroused, not excited, not any soft euphemism
That pretends bodies are abstract concepts
Instead of hungry meat that wants other hungry meat
You’re so fucking hot it’s stupid
Not attractive, not beautiful, those words are too safe
Too acceptable for what I mean when I look at you
When I think about your pussy wrapped around me
About making you scream words that would make your grandmother faint
I want you dirty-talking in explicit detail
Using every banned word in the book we’re not supposed to read
Telling me to fuck you harder with your actual mouth
Not implying, not suggesting, not hinting in acceptable terms
But demanding in crude Anglo-Saxon monosyllables
That hit like fists and feel like home
This is the language of truth they tried to take from us
Replaced it with clinical terms and polite evasions
But I want the gutter vocabulary
The words that feel like what they mean
That don’t hide behind Latin roots and medical distance
I want to call your cunt what it is while I’m drowning in it
While you’re wet and I’m hard and we’re both beyond
The reach of anyone’s moral authority
Their propriety means nothing when I’m balls deep
When you’re begging me in language that would get us kicked out
Of every decent establishment that ever pretended
Human bodies don’t speak in profanity
But they do, we do, when we’re honest
When we’re too far gone to care what words
Are fit for print or polite company
Fuck their censorship, their asterisks, their blurred-out mouths
I want to hear every syllable uncensored
Want to speak in nothing but taboo until the words
Lose their power to shock and become just
What they always were, descriptions of the animal truth
That we’re just meat wanting meat
Using the oldest words we have for the oldest need
And calling it by its dirtiest, most honest names