It's funny, the best secrets are always told by a woman. how to please a man - she knows. which finger makes him moan - she knows. the look which melts the homo in his tracks - she knows - he's owned. gay comes close but loses it's luster after some time. i can pretend and fuel my imagination - but i'd only be verifying the retard within. I'm wrong because she says I am. words are war but it's the look she has that ends it all. a slice of life - i haven't even swung.
who are you - she asks - no one - i whisper
into silence i creep
in his arms - she weeps
what's wrong is right.
