i am as slight as a feather when you strip me when you hold me do you hold my vulnerability or attraction how could you be so sick
when im faint as a young boy when im feeble as a young girl when temperament demands respect how could you give it
do you like me when im sedated wound up and medicated it isnt right to satisfy the whims of someone so degraded
i wear your shirt and my sweat smells like yours and suddenly it is now instead of then if i asked you to be a child with me would you choose to stay a man
help me then and love me now how perverted could you be to seek the parts that make me small in fragile vulnerability