Sticky Pistols and the Woman

Circle the wagons…it’s happening again!

I am a woman.  I am a very devout lesbian.  I have known women in the beyond biblical sense for many a year.  I have counted myself as a female, nonetheless…and, I still don’t get it.

Jump?  High how would you like me to go…dear?

“No, I didn’t say, jump…I said, go get the dump!”

“I don’t really like to talk dirty unless it’s in a text…however, if I don’t respond…that means I didn’t like what you said.”

Oh, really?  Therefore, the question begs?  Does the meek man or lesbian in waiting wait?  Do they send another text?  Do they give up?  Do they offer encouraging words?  Or, better yet, do they just chalk one up for the other side?  The overly feminine team that pulls you in with fun words like lust, fuck, dirty and/or I like it rough!

Every time a sucker… such as myself- Androgynistic   gets pulled in by the scent of a woman, the curve of her heavenly assets that should be stamped with ‘get me two of those to go’ or those quiet moments when the hormones are subdued and ready for hibernation, the slightest nod of ‘you get my approval only for today’ comes my way and I find myself being the ball not the bat, the bug and not the windshield in the world of womanly ways to lure a newcomer.

People have often asked, how is it you are a lesbian and you don’t get women?

I often ask myself, how is it I’m a lesbian and I don’t get women.

This I know to be true however:

On any given moment on any given day.  When the stars are aligned just right.  A crevice in the universe opens up to those of us afflicted by the scent of a woman.  We will cower in their presence where we generally run our own show.  We will dance in the decadent deep erotic thoughts that only the image of a well-rounded woman can provide.  We will, though strong and purposeful in our everyday lives, hand our nasty little thoughts over to the fantasy of just where do those curves end and just where do those dimples lead…

You make me feel like a sticky pistil…
leading into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine…
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass…
while we`re rollin`…
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon`s runnin` between…
my thighs

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love

You make me feel like a candy apple
Red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and…
I`d be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt…
That I`m wearing
And you would open the door and tie…
Me up to the bed

Chorus

Lover, I don`t know who I am
Am I Barry White? Am I Isis?
Lover, I`m laced with your unconscious
Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your Desdemona ahhhhh…

Take your time…

You make me feel Ahaa
You make me feel WooWoo baby
You make me feel Ahaa mmm
You make me feel loved