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.