Woman (Please Forgive me for trying Erotica of a sexist nature)


In these diabolical gender-wars
It is not women who are calling for freedom
It is freedom calling for a woman

To put every inch of him inside her lips
And spit it all out, to free freedom
From the oppressive grip of lust.

Like a colorful parrot, who can fly away
To any rain forest or managed woodland
Yearning to be suckled by a Venus flytrap.

She will always be the lips with a face.
The right in the wrong. Woman within the whore.
The digestif after the meal.

A baby with a pacifier in the mouth
Pleading for some milk.


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