Beneath the tidy proper manners
Hello how are you?
May I fuck you?
Lies urgently hidden away
A secret that sits just under the pants
I want you, you want me
But we search vainly on a cloud covered day
For the sun of sexuality
Our one self our one self-contained enclosure
Be it cunt or be it cock
Form a brand new universe
And yet and yet…..
For so many this is not the case
We equate all this with the sharpest pain and most righteous anger
Sexuality cursed and viewed with disdain
Fuck and fucked and cunt and dick become obscene
Weapons of choice in our gender war
Let us be tender
to our wounded genitals
Ask for the best
Because this is the door
This is the quest