Where are all the people like me? (Poem NC-17)
Where are all the people like me,
The ones who try to bend reality.
The ones who share thier clothes.
the ones who have sex on video.
the ones who dream of being fem.
the ones who dance to any jam.
the ones who love, and love to love all.
the ones who flirt and tease til blue balled.
the ones who will be there through almost any fight,
the ones who will grow through the changes of life.
the ones who understand what desire is.
the ones who's skeleton's scream in the wind.
the ones who's doors may never be open.
the ones who's world is always on thin ice.
the ones who will still be there, till death's early flight.
abyssia:
i know a couple of 'em... but i don't share all of your wonderful qualities. i think i get desire. i'm just not much of a dancer... ;o) and we girls have a version of blue balls too kinda..... mhm. so. to vice and fabulousness and always being on the edge even when the abyss is howling at us! oh, and to cuddling... 