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Doncha

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Some of you boys think you have it so rough,

Doncha?

Being attracted to women you just don’t understand

Her make up,
What makes her tick
When you tock

You say to me “you’re a lesbian
– tell me
– explain to me
Share your lesbionic wisdom and prowess

Then you say, “I’m a lesbian in a man’s body, I’ll understand.”
.
.
.

No,

There is no such thing as a lesbian in a man’s body,
And I’ll tell you why.

No matter how many manly tears you shed,
No matter how many sunsets,
Back rubs that don’t lead to sex
Flowers,
Or walks holding hands,

You will never know

When you wrap your hot lips around the peak of her breast,
Nibble and suck
Listening to her moan

You will never know

When you go down on her,
Take her inside your mouth
Lapping
Parting her folds,
Caressing her flesh

Tasting her essence,

You – will – never – know

what it’s like to have that same unfathomable,

unpredictable,

ungovernable feeling you elicit in her,

inside of you.

© Fox Smoulder

Poetry

I am a Woman

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Photo Credit: Alexander Sloan at the Little Tijuana's publicity shoot 2013 Bad Grrrl Productions
Photo Credit: Alexander Sloan at the Little Tijuana’s publicity shoot 2013 Bad Grrrl Productions

I am a woman,

My muscles are defined, but they don’t define me

My hair is short,

And I just smile at the conflict your eyes

when your “Can I help you sir…or ma’am…or sir…” trails off.

Because I am a woman,

When you say “You’d look so pretty if you tried.”

You tell me you aren’t looking at all.

And when you say women wear dresses,

And you say women paint their nails

And women have ponytails,

You tell me you don’t perceive women for what we are, but what we do.

Because I do none of these things and

I am a woman,

I am unmitigated,

Undiluted,

Unadulterated

Freely me

Because I am a woman,

My skin is soft,

My lips are warm,

And when I make love to her, the cry of a woman passes my lips

I am the sound, taste, feel and smell of a woman,

However you see me, whatever you think you see does not change the immutable,

I am a woman

And now that you’re told

don’t you fucking forget it.

Poetry

Chaste

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I don’t kiss

Chaste

I’ve been chased for a kiss and kissed in a peck

But my kisses

Are never-

Chaste

Because it’s not really a kiss,

If you can’t taste,

The person you’re holding to you

as your lips form and give,

parting as tongues plunder,

stealing the air from the other and

just hold tight and moan in short breaths,

Sharing light caresses

Until lips meet again for another.

Never waste

The chance to let go and explore another’s soul

Because a kiss can be nothing at all,

Or the whole truth of who a person is,

But how would you ever know?

If you kiss

Chaste?

Poetry

Tangled in the Sheets (NSFW)

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Photo credit: Allison Broeren
Photo credit: Allison Broeren

The fastest way into a woman’s pants is to get into the space between her ears,

The fastest way into a man’s pants is to get into the space between him and his pants.

The fastest way into a Drag King’s pants? See above…

“What’s that lump boy?” You ask, “There in your pants? Is it happy to see me? Is it not

biological

perchance?

Is it a cotton tube sock,

bandannas or even

‘real-skin’ perhaps?”

– The shape of the flesh thrills me less than the strut across the stage, the smile in the aisle, the lip-synched rage.

I’ll be who you desire,

engender

any gender

you require.

I see you are strong – nice hands – quite a grip,

Can we tip

the velvet?

Or trip

Over the gender lines that define what we should want and what we do,

Fall into lips, crushing hard enough to bruise

What’s under there?

Silk?

Or cotton men’s underwear?

Can we shed our trappings?

Can we shuck ourselves of the husks of  coded wrappings?

Can we be two people held against the other’s flesh by strong hands?

Filled

With desire

Instead of confined in the gendered mire.

Fucking, instead of fucked up

Over who’s on first and what’s on second

Thrust inside of you as you thrust inside of me.

Begging the other for release,

Trembling, taking in your moans and whimpers

I echo them amplified, increased…

With my lips between your hips

Human bonds tether us together,

Laws

Human and physics don’t apply

To each and every buck,

grind

and sigh

When you’re riding my thigh

– I just want you as you are

who you are

Ask it of me

and I will comply.