It is true that you caught my eye with your sparkle
It is true that I wanted you under me
DAMN!
To move that well dressed, well-spoken thing into my realm.
Shiny, expensive, sleek, and oh that vibration
You have tried to seduce me as you have others
and,
I have always been a fag hag
Yes! I want to wrap my legs around your machine
But you won’t move me like a man…
Stud?
I have that gaydar – radar you, big machine.
Oiled stinking masses of flesh on steel
Boys who play at gang
Bang
Your leather clad bitches mounted on-top
Boys seduced to the underworld by you
Revving forward, balls played, prostate excited
Men
Brought to the other side of heterosexual
Without fear, they are out, in black, pride parade
Faking tough to one another
You!
They are Harley’s boy toys – looking for a good ride
I curve to the left in silence.
Ebike under me. Shhhh!
In silence,
As your leathered bitches roar behind me.
I laugh to myself at the silliness of your costumed men,
who together think themselves cool.
Oblivious,
that I can see beyond that shine.
Yes, Harley. I knew long before I straddled you
You could not, you would not, move the way I wanted.
limp sex
gay man.
