I am no one. But
I lift my shirt, and now I
Am your everything.
I am no one. But
I lift my shirt, and now I
Am your everything.
Now the fun has just
Begun, don’t you cry, my pet.
Best of friends we’ll be!
Just wait and see. Lift
Up your skirt and let me see
What you’ve kept from me.
Give me those panties,
Dainty darling, patient I
Am not. Take off that
Sweater, give it here,
Now we’re getting hot. So warm
And squeezy, just like
I like ‘em, cut that
Sniveling snot. Open your
Blouse, unsnap that bra,
That what I’m talking
About! Lose that skirt and spread
Yourself so wide that
I can’t hope to miss.
Oh my what fun! The show is
On, what a circus!
The strangeness of the
Nude form. By undressing, we
Become someone else.
My binary logic:
Nude woman is a gift, nude
Man is a threat. Man
Is ugly, woman
Is beautiful. The way it
Is and will remain.
Leaking nudes without
Consent, a violation,
Worse than a theft. The
Genie, released, the
Damage is done. The tree from
which Eve ate revealed
Her, like how after
Orgasm, you think so clear.
Ham, cursed by his Dad’s
Cock. So it goes. What
We hide from outside is our
Similarity.
The freedom for which
We strive, fight and die is not
Without its pleasures.
Do not overlook
Me. I will not be ignored.
My body, the true
Expression of my
Core, my essence, the beauty
Which causes chaos,
Defies reason, makes
Everyone crazy. My gift,
The ultimate tease.
My music prompts her
To acts of lascivious,
Wanton depravity
In which I partake
With the greatest gusto that
Could be imagined.
There cannot exist
A party like a Wolfgang
Party, never stops.
Whispered lies linger
On your lips, like silk stockings
Upon velvet thighs
(Pictured: Sofia Loren)
Nude again, she had
To wonder, if she wasn’t
Enjoying it too.
My mother called it
“Whorish” but I’m doing what
Brings me so much joy