We are cursed—even to touch, even to feelthe warmth of one anotherseems forbidden to this world. They think we are fragile,that pain can break uslike brittle bones—yet we are only soft,never cruel,living without harming a soul. He sees me in poetry,writes...

     “Women migrate to my sex like antelopeTo bob on my dick now the back of their throat has no hope,     “Then its jungle warfare in the pussy like VietnamAs she love me long time like a...