listen, I told her
why don't you stick your tongue up my [bad word] 
no, she said.

well, I said
if I stick my tongue up your [bad word] first
then will you stick your tongue up my [bad word] 

all right, she said.

I got my head down there and looked around
opened a section
then my tongue moved forward

not there, she said
ahhahahaha
not there, that's not the right place

you women have more holes than swiss cheese
I don't want you to do it
why?

well, then I'll have to do it back
and then at the next party you'll tell people
I licked your [bad word] with my tongue

suppose I promise not to tell?

you'll get [bad word]  you'll tell

o.k., I said
roll over
and I'll stick it in the other place

she rolled over
and I stuck my tongue in that other place

we were in love

we were in love except withwhat I said at parties
and we were not in love
with each others [bad word] holes

she wants me to write a love poem
but I think if people can't love each others [bad word] holes
and farts
and [bad word] and terrible parts
just like they love the good parts
that [bad word] love

so, as far as love goes
as far as we have gone
this poem will have to do.