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Proud to Be Queer

  • burnettefi
  • May 1, 2024
  • 2 min read

Her name is vinyl,

every letter tells a story.

Her lust is primal,

and is always affirmatory.

If I could live and die for one thing,

you bet your ass it would be getting her ring.

If I could cry a thousand tears,

I'd dedicate them to all the years

that we'll stay lovers.


She makes me

wanna impress her

wanna undress her

wanna caress her every inch.

It's just like a movie

getting down on one knee

no one could foresee our affinity.

She speaks and I stop breathing,

every word from her is pleasing,

she stops and I am freezing waiting for her warmth.

She is perfection in this cosmic sphere

and when I look at her I'm so proud to be queer.


Her voice is jaw dropping,

my gate is constantly open.

Her bodies got me throbbing,

with her I'm not broken.

If I could talk to god,

I'd just sit there and applaud.

If I could lay with her,

I'd get close and whisper

sweet nothings in her ear.


She makes me

wanna impress her

wanna undress her

wanna caress her every inch.

It's just like a movie

getting down on one knee

no one could foresee our affinity.

She speaks and I stop breathing,

every word from her is pleasing,

she stops and I am freezing waiting for her warmth.

She is perfection in this cosmic sphere

and when I look at her I'm so proud to be queer.


I've studied Sappho,

Dickinson, and Allan Poe

yet no one can elucidate

the future with her I wanna create.

I've done investigations

into all the sensations

that she brings out in me

like I've won the grand prix

a million times in a row.


She makes me

wanna impress her

wanna undress her

wanna caress her every inch.

It's just like a movie

getting down on one knee

no one could foresee our affinity.

She speaks and I stop breathing,

every word from her is pleasing,

she stops and I am freezing waiting for her warmth.

She is perfection in this cosmic sphere

and I couldn't make anymore damn clear

that and when I look at her I'm so proud to be queer.

When i look at her I turn into Shakespear,

writing down every word I hear.

Just thinking I'm so proud to be queer.

 
 
 

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