The Naming of the Parts
A language lesson between lovers.
"Vulva," I said. "Vulva," she replied almost reverently as I bent to kiss her there. The morning sun streamed across the girl's bare legs lying on the kitchen table. "Labia", I murmured, and Labia she whispered, gurgling at my touch and letting one leg slide off the table's edge. Outside, a thrush or maybe a blackbird sang out. "Vagina," This time, no reply as she rose to kiss me while grasping my fingers and guiding me i...