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"In liquid raptures I dissolve all o'er,
Melt into sperm and, and spend at every pore.
A touch from any part of her had done't:
Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt"

OMG. This is from one of the scandalous poems I had to read for Brit Lit this morning. For your titillation:

( The Imperfect Enjoyment )

[Edited to add: Okay, so all the poems our professor had us read for today were about impotence. Haha x 100.]

Old bawdy poets.

The Number of Times "Penis" Was Uttered in Brit Lit Today: At Least 20

The Number of Times I Blushed, Despite Being a Giant Pervert: None. Okay, Like ONCE. Not More Than Five Times, I SWEAR!