Gender Specific

You flirt. You tease.

And with each suggestion, each temptation -
      you remind me that I am not the preferred gender

That you like boys, not girls

You gave them up, those girls

And I am one.



I shrug, I smile
    You reveal, your type...in vivid detail
    Your burgeoning voyeurism all aflame

I note, I listen
    Entranced by every word
    Like a predator tracking prey

Hungry
 Starving...but still waiting

And you remind me...
    I am the wrong gender
    Not what you crave


I wait, I share
   A calculated unfolding
   Like a flower slowly spreading its petals
   (And no, the analogy is not lost on me)

A word here, a phrase there
   Ahhh - there it is
   That nerve
   The one, that when touched so lightly...
   So...sweetly...

Sets your obsession into motion
   Wheels spinning
   Passion ignited

And you think I don't know?

Those dark, lurid thoughts...
   What you do in the dark...

The fantasies you believe you will never share...

I know them.
   I have given birth to them.
   They are mine.


        You...
          are mine.





The coalescence of two energies transcends gender...


                      my love