Feminine

Thick branches twist towards me.

The forest is unsafe at night

They reach out their fingers,

I should scream now.

 

The forest is unsafe at night

You expect me to orgasm

I should scream now.

Have I got my timing quite right?

 

You expect me to orgasm

I do not fit your expectations

Have I got my timing quite right?

I will not let you mould me.

 

I do not fit your expectations

I do not react to your demands;

I will not let you mould me.

I am the earth.

 

They reach out their fingers,

I do not react to your demands;

Thick branches twist towards me.

I am the earth.

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