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THE ORIFICES OF LOVE WOULD TELL US THAT THIS IS SO.











His senses as though split in two; while his gaze as though

As a mad dog ran ahead of his yearning to placate his lust;

Could he, plunge his tongue into the moistest of tender places.



Now, he in his most assiduous of rational mind; could he justify

His tongue in her most personal of orifices; or, would he in his

Blind lust forgets that she is but a lady in need of ultimate gentleness.



Yes, Heny Miller, that rogue of the most deepest of sensuality, apologized

That his novels were banned in over fifty countries.  Is that why we

All want to read Tropic of Cancer or are we being disingenuous.



Raw fucking in the most descriptive portrayals does not approach

The art that Henry Miller was trying to describe. It is not mere pelvic

Thrust or penile penetration that creates such literature.  Look at the context.



In what context do we consider art and the most banal of functions twain;

Can it be that cunnilingus or fellatio is merely a profligate act or is there

Something we can say about all of humanity in this conjugal intimacy.



A man and his member is considered as but a violator and a woman with

Her flower all displayed as but a victim.  Such is not the case; for if it were

True then Apollo and Aphrodite were not cut from the same stone of granite.



Lust if captured in stone would look like a frozen rape.  Raw fucking is but

the orgiastic aspect of sex.  When would we ever know that love and sex has

Any kind of juxtaposition?  Their orifices of love would tell us that this is so.