Cooze

"It's a lot like a dead strumpet with maggots squirming out of her cooze," Don Hagarty said.

We kissed a lot, for as long as an hour sometimes, standing in the hall of her dorm, the endless slow tongue friction, the sweet smell of her, my sobbing hard-on moist in my tight undies, her cooze surely sopping.

The thing is, her cooze was real cute and everything but it stank!

I went out and looked around / Somebody yelled: "There's a cooze in town!"

I write this beautiful fuckin' letter, I slave over it, and what happens? The dumb cooze never writes back.

Okay, the Sherbourne cooze was a bilingual stewardess.