Am so fucking bored with men...I really am. Conversations always end up with their dick...directly indirectly...does not matter...
Dick this and dick that...how come I make no issue of what's between my legs ?
How come my perineum, vulva, vagina, clitoris are not the center of the conversation ?
How come I don't allude to it, seriously, jokingly, socially, religiously ?
How come when I meet you I don't think through my legs ?
How come I open my ears, heart and read betwen your lines ?
Are my lines like my vulva ? folds of skin like rose petals in an anonymous poem?
Am bored...
Am bored with your ways
I know them by heart...
