The text for the new poem I shared tonight at the Wordsprout Erotc Poetry Slam at Kieren’s:
I don’t have a poem about a penis
I don’t need or want a cock
If I want to pack I just use a sock
And sex with men… was lackluster
I’d much rather filibuster
With other women.
When I touch her,
Take care of her vulvular region…
Lapping her labia
Caressing her clit
Munching her mound,
Until she’s spread wide,
Welcoming me inside
There isn’t a man anywhere near
They all could just disappear,
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not yucking anyone’s yum
Dicks just don’t make me cum
Everyone has their ideas of fun,
It’s just that my ideas don’t apply
If they involve a guy.
So I don’t have a poem about a penis.