Wild Boys

They were always so wild and empowered;
Nothing prevented them from being free.
My heart raced with deep queenly frustration – 
My lips quivered while I watched them release.

Always dancing inside their arrogance –
What feminists hate, I find alluring.
The yearning strength of masculinity –
A need to dominate reassuring.

Only other queens can know what I mean – 
That tingling and burning ache deep inside.
I always knew wild boys made the blood flow –
Addicted to those who make rosebuds wide.

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