A New World

by valentinestavrou

Bundled up together,
their young tits
and their small dicks,
they all wore high-heels.

They drunk,
and they laughed,
and they danced…

In full ecstasy, they dropped their masks;
they were happy.
they had bloomed.

An old man’s gaze
resting upon
a young boy’s
coloured nails.

A woman’s jaw dropped
when two girls’ mouths coupled
“Right there! In the middle of the street!”

Blacks and whites
and chocolate babies,
men and men
women and girls.

Alas, we’ve come to this
An old man thinks.

No boundaries;
women become men,
men become women,
same are both, some are not.

Alas, we’ve come to this,
some lady whispers.
Women’s fashion on men’s bodies;
the men more female than ever.

Gender fever!

Alas, we’ve come to this
I say.
I smile,
flowers smell bliss.