Tag: womxn

Poems

Peni$-Pu$$y

My peni$ smells like pu$$y.

Good pu$$y.

Sweet pu$$y.

Again,

I’m talking about a peni$

my peni$, smelling like pu$$y.

And no, not because I

fkd a cisgender woman

with good, sweet pu$$y.

My peni$ smells like good

sweet pu$$y

because

I take female hormones

and I’m a woman

with a peni$.

You know,

womanliness wouldn’t fuck up

having a peni$.

Womanliness takes a peni$

and makes it actually ok, tolerable,

a real prized pony.

Poems

I Hung Around

I hung around a guy tonight.
He was really horny.
I was really horny too.
He was kind and cool,
and honestly,
pretty handsome.
I knew that should I want,
I could have him, we could fck.
I would know exactly what to do.
I know how to satisfy people,
anyone,
deeply,
pleasurably, heavenly.
But as I said,
he was a man,
so I had zero interest in him.
It’s moments like this that I know
I’m gay.
Horniness meets horniness.
It’s there for the taking.
But I do not take it, nor do I care.

And so I laid down in bed and
thought about women
and touched myself.