art by David Anthony Geary
CATCALLER
Catcaller: what dat mouth do
Me: talk shit
Catcaller: what dat p***y taste like?
... My p***y tastes like justice
Like revolution rolled into
cinnamon-dipped
Honey mango-coated sweetness
To help you swallow bitter black hate
My p***y tastes like
power
purpose
and peace
My p***y tastes like
knowledge
and passion
Universe flavored
Seasoned with star dust
My p***y tastes like infinity
She is alpha and omega
The beginning and the end
My p***y tastes like Genesis
It leads
It rules
Even her whispers are shouts
My p***y tastes like
command
Inspiration and integrity
A compass for more than your phallus
My p***y directs your soul
My p***y tastes like
queendom come
When I cum
My reign
makes it rain
Hot sweet sticky
My p***y tastes better
than mediocre men's tears
My p***y tastes like
Matriarchal militias
Mutating by millions
Marching heavy on your tongue
My p***y tastes like justice