Lesbians are not real, Peeping Tom.
The ones that you find anyways,
after typing 3 kisses (and your preference)
into the search bar.
Girl on girl on teen
on girl on step-daughter
on bored milf missing husband
turned threesome on gir–
File them under ‘in your fucking dreams’.
You want the straight girl in sheep’s clothing
that eventually succumbs
to the male. Gays know it’s all fake,
Peeping Tom. The real queers
can tell that the ‘fresh 18-year-old’
doesn’t like the stiletto heel inside her.
But why would you care for sapphic want
when you can only comprehend
straight man need?
Watch your dreamland lesbians
fumble for the clit, Peeping Tom.
Feel solace in the fact that
you can’t find it either.
Locate your sick thrills in their cries.
They all come around to
favour the man. Don’t they?
No way could they desire each other,
to already have what you can’t give.
Truth is, a real lesbian knows
how to leave your weeping head
sore for days. Alongside a broken nose
and a busted lip.
Do not creep on our intimacy and
mangle it for your misshapen pleasure.
Lesbians have never needed a man
to oversee the stars exploding
behind their eyes. They never will.
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