i know what they want

Mar 23, 2006 01:03



i know what they want from me
in a world where women caress the need for plastic perfection
to gain and appease the hungry eye of men,
where men work themselves into a penis enlarged
steriod injected frenzy of masculine consumption
just to hear hungry moans of women
i know what they want from me
men and women
they all want the same thing
my pussy
my synthetic cock
my breast
my body
my every part
which was anatomically created
to strip me of the very thing i treasure with pride
my virginity...
men drool and grope and take
without invitation
they make me want to defile and remake
the esscence of my being a female
women claw and grab and reach
without request
i push and kick and fight for my petulent self righteousness
no, no, no
i know what they want from me
i sit here now, swollen and ripe
with lustful eyes glaring at me from across the room
no. no. no.
turn away, avert your eyes, you penis!
i know what they want me to say...
take me
do me
screw me
lick me
bite me
fuck me
...but i am silent
i am still
they're all animals
burdened and captive of innate human instinct
so urgent to procreate
i, however, fortunately lack this craze
i refuse to be a slave of sperm
or hendered by tongue
i refuse to reduce myself to drowning in this trendy concupescence of carnage greed
i know what they want from me
but i know what i want
and what i want is what they cannot comprehend
pure sensuality
for it is sensuality that i am
and sexuality that i am not
i am looking for the mind, for intellectual intercourse
for engaging personalities to exercise the love for words and life
regardless of a labeled sex
in the meantime, i mentally masturbate
and wait for not a man or a woman
but a human being
who can impregnate, not my womb, but my soul
my heart
my mind with fruit
a human being who is pure and clean of sexual intent
see the way i see
feel the way i feel
touch the way i touch
need the way i need
love the way i love
want the way i want
which is they way most aren't

...i know what they want from me.

my chosen chastity, will remain my one strength,
my one quality
so unique
it seperates me from them
prideful individuality

sex

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