LADYBOY

Ladyboy
Are you not under the umbrella of pressure
Having to hide your he in clothes of a she?

II
Ladyboy
Do you not feel the pain of your cracking ego
When you lie beneath for a pounding
Hounding your rear hole?

III
Ladyboy
Even with lubrications
Your rear might have altercations with pain
Oh is it the rule of pleasure parceled in pain?

IV
Ladyboy
Don’t you mostly feel like a toy
Having to act queer to steer
When some fem craves you in a kingly stool?

V
Ladyboy
I know insensitivity has crept into this ink
So punch me not with your sour wits
These questions can just hang on the ropes of my curiosity
So go on and shake those buttocks
Raise your pretty fingers to throw off those non existent hairs from your face
Lilt your voice to seduce your target
And leave this inquisitive ink to dry in no-attention
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 23, 2019