freaks

freaks

we are all freaks
getting our freak on
whatever groove
whatever flavour
whatever kink
we are what we are

taste it
love to it
move to it

there is no right or wrong
there is no up or down
there is just what was meant to be
there is just what we were meant to see

the slick the rubbery the decadent
whatever and wherever it takes you
it’s all good
it’s all bad
and it’s you and me and everyone
daring to try
daring to flash
daring to differ
daring to slip and slide into the dark side and then some

we are all freaks
born this way.

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Sometimes when I write, I have a soundtrack playing inside or outside my head.

This poem was inspired by La Gaga's latest freaky offering, Born This Way. :)

spring distraction

all the girls
with their long, long silky bare legs
and their spiky, spiky heels

how they do
distract
me.

itch

itch

oh it needs to be scratched
and teased
and ignored
and laughed at
and played with
and left to throb
and every so slowly eased

your itch
my itch
touch it touch it touch it

you know it, baby.

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