I am the Cuntess From Middlesex

The words and languages people used to create many places probably had different meanings those bygone days. I seriously doubt they chose a name for their paradise that could one day be considered erotic or comical. Some may wish their paradise had another name. In other words, the names mentioned are real. People live there. Be kind. It is entirely possible mistranslation and mispronunciation have engendered some errors and inuendo. For all of that I beg your forgiveness. No harm is intended. Please let us all laugh together and not at one another.
      Your comments be they praise or damnation are welcome and appreciated.
Sincerely,
Maria Bordelon

I AM THE CUNTESS FROM MIDDLESEX

I am the Cuntess of Middlesex, my husband is the local sexton of lore,
      destined to be poor and alone, a manly man no more.
I travel the world seeking pleasure and sex.
My beauty is known.
My smile white and bright,
My blonde hair flies long.
My eyes blue and clear as summery sky.
My breasts firm and fine with nipples red as wine.
Please kiss, lick and nibble but remember it's not nice to bite.
My belly flat and firm with nary a mark or scar because never with child.
My womanly prize once covered with yellow fur is now bare for all to stare.
Be not shy, you are welcome to do more than stare.
Ask nice and I shall open wide for joy when you rub my little nub.
Be ever so kind then kiss and lick that nub to my bliss.
This too can go beyond when a man fills me so nice.
There is another side so cute and tight like a heart's delight.
Continue down strong curvy legs with cute painted toes then to arms with graceful hands       and fingernails painted different than toes.

I am the Cuntess of Middlesex, my husband is the local sexton of lore,
      destined to be poor and alone, a manly man no more.
I travel the world seeking pleasure and sex.
Now I'll tell you where been and mirth.
Shall we start with Intercourse, PA?
My sweetie lives in Honeytown, NC.
Now the real questions will she take me to Blowing Rock, Erect, Morehead and Climax?
Does Fort Dick, CA stick out into the ocean?
Can I dare touch one in Fanny, WV?
Can you really find one in Virginville, PA?
Is it possible in Threeway, VA?
The only place more delightful than Cumming, GA are the neighbors in Willacoochie.
I want it all in Assinippi, MA.
Of course we know what to do in Bangor, ME.
How can anyone possibly do that on the flat land surrounding Climax, be it MI, MN, TX,       Saskatchewan or any other state?
Let's free every nipple in Busti, NY?
Don't get puffed up because you climbed Utah's peaks near Nipple.
It was fun once, but Spread Eagle, WI will never be my favorite town.
Got to admit Tillicum, WA was more enjoyable.

I am the Cuntess of Middlesex, my husband is the local sexton of lore,
      destined to be poor and alone, a manly man no more.
I travel the world seeking pleasure and sex.
With a name like Tata, grasslands in British Columbia are not of thought.
Is Big Beaver, Saskatchewan really hairy?
I think men are needed in Dildo, New Foundland, so I shall not appear.
Across the pond to Cocktown then Muff, Ireland.
After finding Threecocks in Wales I know many in Bangor were nailed.
Do Big Knockerstown and Titty Ho in the UK have unfettered views of natural wonders?
What would you do in Twatt, a small town nestled in the Shetland Islands?
Can the French easily move from Brest to Anus?
Would anyone dare feed an infant on Titlis, a double-peaked mountain in Switzerland?
Are hotdogs really made in Weener Germany?
Did an ancient burgermeister get tipsy and name his town in the Black Forest Titsee?
I am sure Fucking now renamed Fugging in Austria is much more pleasurable.

I am the Cuntess of Middlesex, my husband is the local sexton
      destined to be poor and alone, a manly man no more.
I travel the world seeking pleasure and sex.
Across continents I shall go.
Do they yell of madness or pleasure in Blowhard, Australia?
In Long Dong, China I found a man so true.
I had to Gofuku in Japan and enjoyed it immensely.
On islands of Pacific so bountiful and beautiful,
      lore of days lovely maidens not topped can be told.
Now you know some of my travels.
Ask the Cuntess of Middlesex nice and she may tell of kisses and more.