My Favourite Lyrical Word (Part Two)

Yesterday I managed to unleash a passionate, frenzied and sweaty discussion entitled 'My Favourite Lyrical Word' among my crazy, devoted fans lovely readers. (The Lovely Ms. Mac managed to contribute the longest, most complicated and frankly, totally useless offering! Bravo Stella!)

But Baby, it ain't over till it's over, as the bodice-rippingly tasty Lenny Kravitz once sang, and I haven't had my entire say yet. To my list of words I love for their sound and not necessarily their meaning, I hereby add 'fornicate'.

I know what you're thinking, but you're all wrong! I love it because it sounds so dainty and gracious. It's the soft, almost sibilant 'f', and the crisp but light consonants 'c' and 't' that trip so pleasantly off the tongue. I can quite see myself with long, floaty hair in a floral dress serving tea to the Vicar on a sunny, blue-skied day: "More tea Vicar? And do try one of my little Fornication Cakes, they're simply delicious and will melt in your mouth!"

So you see, when the Red Hot Chili Peppers sing 'Californication', it's not just Anthony Kiedis' shirtless torso, manly jaw and virile hands that get me all steamed up, no no no! It's the way he pronounces my favourite word.

Tomorrow I shall be researching the resonance and lyricism of 'quim', and its sensory effects on my physionomy.