.
Who’s
that fairy god with breasts?
Or
fairy goddess with a beard?
Weird.
Is he hiding a vagina?
Has
she tucked a penis
of
prodigious size somewhere
tight
between her thighs?
.
What
yearning’s burning in
that
crotch? Whose gender
bender
would you rather watch,
whom
would you prefer?
A
him who can’t be catalogued,
a
brand new kind of her?
.
So
far the Mystery’s ignored.
No
one knows yet when you
climb
on it, it flies. Its tender
sword
is out of sight. But that’s
all
right. Doesn’t care. The dare’s
still
there. Its hard-on never dies.
.
Salve Regina! Ave Rex! Ave Omnis
Genus (with or without penis)!
Render
unto Sex whatever gender
it
elects to find delectable, buck
ass
bare or in disguise – what it
is
and ever shall be: a surprise.
.
.
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