(I often write like this but don't often share.)
I want to
Go in a dark, dank place
with guilty eyes watching me
and shake up my body to sexual songs
on the phallus, firm
of the one
I
love.
And if I can't dance to slackness
And if I can't dance 'til slackness
If crude men won't whisper nonsense
And shout profanity
Through the big
Black
Speak-ers
Then
I WILL GO MAD
I WILL
SWEAT
in my bed
Being Pumped
Pumped
by man
Not beat
BOOM
Boom
boom
Oh
Biology...
Rebel Glam 2013
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