In the world where passion ignites,
There lived a love that reached new heights.
A. and E., souls intertwined,
Their connection was rare and love was so kind.

No bound of rules could hold them apart,
Their adoration united each fragment and part.
Whispers of affection, tender and true,
The bond was so magic between the two.

****** harmonies played a wonderful tune,
A symphony of pleasure under the moon.
Together they would intertwine, hearts beating as one,
In the rhythm of passion, their souls had begun.

With whispered words, they kindled desire,
Exploring each other's deepest attire.
While secrets are shared, their bodies connect,
Lost in the pleasures that feelings direct.

A.'s touch evoked pure ecstasy,
E.'s kiss - the taste of serenity.
In E.'s eyes, A. found her soul,
The love like theirs, can never be stole.

In dreams of blissful love's embrace,
A. and E. found their place.
Unveiling desires with fierce fervent bliss,
Not just in ***, but in love's gentle kiss.

In the world of love's sweet embrace,
A. and E. found solace and grace.

Their love was more than just physical lust,
It was a deep connection, a love they could trust.
Their bodies entwined, in a dance of desire,
A. and E., their love was a blazing fire.

In a world of norms and narrow views,
Two hearts beat strong, defying the rules.
In each other's arms, they found their peace,
Their love’s a rebellion that will never cease.

Hand in hand, they were walking with pride,
“Love knows no boundaries!” – they bravely replied.

In a cruel world, their love stood tall,
Two lesbians, defying it all.
The lesbians in love, disobeying the norm,
Struggling against the society's scorn.

A. and E., their love was so true,
A timeless tale, forever anew.
Breaking the rules society laid,
Yet in each other's hugs, they found their aid.
Whispers of judgment, stares of disdain,
But in their affection, they found no shame…

Upon the announcement of my arrival
my ancestors weaved brillant threads to make a quilt for my bed
with steadfast hands, they weaved themselves a plan
who i was to become, what kind of man
upon the days of my arrival
my ancestors fantastically wrapped me up in the quilt of blue and red
this quilt housed me for many seasons
itched me, pinched me, left me cold at night
bit me, tripped me, straggling my rights
the brillant quilt made to protect became my golden cage instead
their plan created my strife
their plan corseted my life
after years spent suffocating in the threads
i decided to break away from the plan
emerging like a little chick out of an egg
i chose to live my life today
still the foundation laid was unscathed
every trigger sent my heart into disarray
independence fortified, return to the egg
the quilt might be itchy, it might be tight
but it is easier than learning how to fly

if i exposed myself,
every feeling,
every thought,
every miniscule detail
that forms my body,
my brain,
my identity—

i would be dead to you.

(thankfully, though,
i’ve gotten the memo early.)

it’s obvious now,
you never wanted a child.

you wanted a robot, ready to reprogram.
a servant, to do your bidding.
a doll, to dress up the way you want.

you wanted perfection,
not a child.

you wanted perfection,
not me.

you are not my god,
and i will never be made in your image.