I’d like to,
s*e*x the days out of you
Talk for hours,  just to see where we’d stop
Test your boundaries,,  where do you end?
What makes you quit? When do you halt?

Like a rainbow has no visible end, they say,
Pray tell me, you,
Mister, where lies your pot of gold?

Or is this it?
As I delve a little further
Talk about my forbidden stance on the natives and the slaves

And you read me,  reread me
Or maybe you simply are me
In a masculine form
Or something.

You know how they say that the creator made two of each?
You just might be me, masculine.

And you read me,  repeat what my mind was thinking,
Startled me as you said it
“Yeah but really, are the natives being reimbursed?”
And that started us off on something,
Off on some tangent
So much so that we forgot what we were saying
So much so that our words ceased,
We simply acted.

No one dared care about the natives
For a moment, the natives can wonder about themselves, can they not?
They can go beat drums and pow wow to the gods of their lands, say a prayer maybe; for the grass to grow.
And the slaves? Well,  ye slaves passed, this is for you!
You wanted unity? Freedom was it? This is it; celebrated.

As our words made feelings
And feelings made touches
And you know what touches can do
As I do what I’d like to do
, s*e*x the days out of you.

But then there are weeks, months, years,
And eternity left in there,
We just cant seem to unravel this tangle well enough to get an absolute understanding
Curiosity kills the cat but we are no felines
So pray tell me you,
Mister, where lies our threshold?
What exactly, are we made of?
When I claw till I reach your core,
What, will I find?

Curiosity kills the cat they say;
But us? we are humans.
Curiosity, fuels this.
It IS why am here so pray tell, me-masculine;
what is the treasure?

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