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Coolabah, Vol.1, 2007, pp.36-38 ISSN 1988-5946    Observatori: Centre d’Estudis 
Australians, Australian Studies Centre, Universitat de Barcelona 
 
 

Ruth Sancho 

 

 

 

 (At the Royal Botanic Gardens. Melbourne) 

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 Gulliver Surfs Into Alice’s Virgin Bay. 

It was a joy to us and not a penance 

 

I whisper: 

Drink me 

Eat me 

Open your mouth and close your eyes. 

 

 Afterwards you will explore my fresh innocent fjord 

And you’ll find yourself snorkelling and surfing in my Virgin Bay, 

But first... 

You are going to strike with your smily cat’s tongue 

The syrup- slime trail of my wet finger-snail 

which slices straight down from my spiral rabbit hole, 

And then, you will purr  

And then, I will moan. 

 

 Take my picture, honey. 

  

And you taste my pussy butter with an English cup of tea 

while your Victorian gloves, which you never take off, 

spend our time together  

enjoying yourself in me  

on my non-birthday week. 

 I kiss a Caterpillar 

  You smoke my childish love. 

 

Suck me stronger, baby. 

 

“Milmilng Kang, Dilebang, Billabong, Lony’tjung” 

Copyright ©2007 Ruth Sancho.This text may be archived and 
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charged. 



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I love to feel your white fire-works exploding in my lips  

This hot snow of your fingertips skating on my fairy tits. 

 

Keep going on, going on. 

I’m creating as we go along. 

 

Your passion asks for permission to cross my Palace,  

And I’m already in flames, 

That’s why I pray in front of your Knees 

And I receive your rain. 

You are so bitchy, darling. 

Push me now. 

 

...but suddenly… 

a deep bitter drop drips down from my milky teeth, 

and draws, on the fitted carpet, the new island where we’re called to live. 

 

Excited,  

I look for my free lube,  

which was inside the kit of my detailed hunk vibe  

to capture every vein, bulge and crease  

of a real erect cock. 

 

Glumdalclitch, stop it, please! 

 

Glumdalclitch, teach me more. 

 

-Get in your doggy style!- 

 

So, after a minute, you begin to weep 

with pleasure, 

You move your bum in circles at the same rhythm of it, 

My seaweed-hair swims on your smelly back 

While I’m biting your neck, till your human entrails bleed. 

 

Then, 

I lay  

Quietly, 

My inexperienced belly is trembling with quick and small contractions, 

And my breath is faltering in short sighs and slow flutters 

You fasten my hips,  

firmly 

 

Then,  

my legs themselves unfold the sheet of  my pure doll’s cradle  



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And I’m inviting you to spy behinds the rule. 

 

Your huge sword begins to fight  

with my pinkish jellyfish,  

 

I shout 

I cry 

 

“Gulidjan, Wembawemba, Daung wurrung, Mardidjali” 

 

My body writhes inside. 

 

Shhh,  

my love,  

Shhhh 

 

My Dreaming is leaving. 

 

“Maap, Jodojoda, Jabulajabula, Buding, Jardwadjali”  

 

I’m coming,  

love, 

 I’m coming… 

 

The floor is full of blood. 

 

“Ngurai-illam wurrung, Dadidadi, Boon wurrung” 

 

I’m hurted in my roots. 

 

Then  

 

(Pain) 

(Silence) 

(Time) 

 

 

                                                         Kangaroo 

       Koala 

     

                                     Wombat 

                                                                   

     Boomerang 

 
 Dingo                                                                                                               Yabby