Before Brunch
i like fishnets on my masculine
thighs and a football jersey on my wife
gender fuck me, hunny before we go visit
your mother
i like the grip of the crosshatched pattern and
my leg hair peeking through like transgression
i like the machismo hanging loosely from your
rounded shoulders
i like the electric turquoise strap-on jutting out like
an unapologetic monument
to kink
fuck my patriarchy into submission
storm my gates and burn the city
leaving taboos charred on the ground all before
the first slice of cantaloupe at brunch
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