Sapphic Desire
Women making love stirs my soul.
Just the thought of tempting saphos,
two beings changing their set role.
Why does this subject set my fire,
like most men I would dare presume.
Igniting my want and desire,
to slide gently inside their womb.
Does that wanting make us all bad,
a lesbian that is scantly clad,
enjoying that which can’t be had.
One of life’s wantings yet untouched,
not to ever be had it seems.
The thought has never made me blushed,
simply stimulated my dreams.
i have found true insperation in this poem. i thank you for that.
Breanna Shaylee