When you feel the thunder in your thighs
Look up to the sky
And thank only yourself
For being brave enough to allow him passage through your lands
Given the last time you peeked through the gate
It was torn down
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They
               Scorched the trees
               ****** the birds
               Ate the flowers
               And ****** the rivers dry
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C O L O N I Z I N G      you

Selfishly
Turning lush forests into the Sahara
Yet
You flooded them out
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Now feel the cool trickle
Of his hands on your waist
The splash of lips, on your inner thigh
Notice the depth within you
The surge of water deep in your belly
Rushing, rushing, rising
Until it overflows.
For now let me drink your sweet nectar
But remember you decide when to turn off the faucet

-The life history of my sexuality