Heterosexism These two guys are walking down the street When this gorgeous woman goes by on the other side. Her skin is like the petal of the wood anemone. Her mouth pouts pansy-pink. Her neck ashames the arum lily. Her hair adorns her like the froth of crema Decorates espresso. Her ribs a plinth on which her breasts are raised; The nook behind her hip an invitation to a cheek. Her clothes are clearly grateful to be near her. Her fingers, though her hands are empty, Seem to curve around a certain precious something . . . You worship her. Yet if you glance at her a certain way, She'll drop at once to her sweet knees before you. She is smutty and celestial. She moves in a holy sizzle. So the one gay guy turns to the other gay guy and says, You know, it's times like these I wish I was a lesbian."Heterosexism" IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR
"Heterosexism" debuted October 19, 2001.
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