Sweet Sixteen
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1. Being Is Becoming
People
Are not cans
Or bottles,
The contents of their souls
Known and labeled
Like the ingredients
Of fruits and vegetables.
We do not grow
On trees or vines;
We were not born
In a cabbage patch
To be transported
Home
By storks.
Sex and gender
Are messy--
Mistakes are made:
Chromosomes
And identities
Sometimes
Only mix
Instead of merge,
And we are born
Chameleons,
Men disguised as women
Or women camouflaged as men.
We are
Who
We are;
We are
What
We are.
For those in transition,
Being is becoming
Who
We are;
Being is becoming
What
We are.
(I want you
To become
Who you are;
I want you
To be
What you are;
I want you....)
2. Buoyant
Buoyant
Breasts
Bounce
Like
Balls
On her chest:
Even these most feminine
Assets remind
Her of the masculine
She retains
Within
Her transgendered sexuality.
3. Feathered Glory
Sweet girls
With curls
Bounce
And jiggle
On their way,
Perched
Upon high heels
Like
Peacocks,
Bright
With the intensity
Of their
Transsexuality.
4. Fruits
Your breasts spill
From the cups
Of your brassiere
Like ripe, round fruits
From a basket,
Perfect globes
Capped
With nipples
Begging to be sucked,
Perfect contrasts
To your thick,
Hard
Cock;
Another fruit,
Long and cylindrical
Like a banana.
Whenever I see
Melons and bananas
I will think of you
And how
Your breasts spill
From the cups
Of your brassiere
Like ripe, round fruits
From a basket,
Perfect globes
Capped
With nipples
Begging to be sucked,
Perfect contrasts
To your thick,
Hard
Cock,
Another fruit,
Long and cylindrical
Like a banana.
5. I Am All Over You
Your mouth is my mouth;
Your breasts are my lips,
My teeth, my tongue;
Your ass is my cock, my balls;
Your prick, your testicles
Are my heart and soul--
I am,
All over,
You.
6. It's All About Sex
It's not always about sex
The sexless say
It's not always about sex
The unsexed say
Don't let them fool you
It's about sex
It's always about sex
Breasts are sex
Buttocks are sex
Penis and testicles
Are sex
Transsexuals are sex
You are sex
And I am sex
Even if we don't want to be
We have no choice
Everything
Including my love for you
Ladyboy
Is sex
Your hair
Your eyes
Your smile
Are sex
Your hands
Your belly
Your shaven pubes
The rocking cradle
Of your hips
Are sex
The way we look
Into each other's eyes
The way we hold
One another in the night
The way our mouths fuse
As one to become
Liquid delight
Is sex
The loveliness
Of your face and form
The beauty
Of your breasts
Buttocks
Legs
Back
Penis
Erect
Testicles
High inside
The risen pouch
Of your tightened scrotum
Are sex
The way we shower
One another
With our semen
Is sex
Don't let our love fool you
It's about sex
It's always about sex
7. Long-limbed Woman (Dangling)
Long-limbed woman
Seated
On the seashore
A tangle
Of gangly limbs
Golden
With the sun
I smell the scent of the sea
On your skin
And in your hair
Long-armed woman
Resting your chin
Upon your hand
Right arm bent
In servitude
Left arm extended
That its palm
Might caress the sand
Breasts spilling
Like dewy melons
Down your liquid chest
Long-legged woman
Seated
On the seashore
Left leg bent
Beneath you
A makeshift cushion
Right leg cocked
Beneath
The bent right arm
A reinforcement
Offering
Redoubled support
Long-limbed woman
Seated
On the seashore
Cock and balls
Dangling
8. Seascape
Elevated woman,
You stand so far above me
That I must look up,
My eye traveling
Over your naked thighs,
Your splendid, rising
Cock and balls
In my face, like fruits
Waiting to be plucked and eaten,
Dew upon the tip
Of the purple gourd;
My escalating gaze
Rides your belly
Like a cresting wave
To dash and splash
Upon the round, rising
Summits of your breasts
Capped with sentient nipples:
Even before--long before--
My gaze can caress
Your wide-eyed, pensive face,
I see that you live
Not only in your thoughtfulness,
Not only in your nakedness,
But also, and most of all,
In your transgendered loveliness,
A tower both of strength
And beauty, a giantess
Of opposites fused with grace.
9. Semen Missiles
My stiff, hard
Length splits you
Like Moses
Split the sea
Entering the smooth
Depths of you
As you straddle my thighs
Clutching the small spheres
Of your girlish bosom
Your own balls
High and tight
Inside
Their shrunken
Risen
Scrotum
Your own cock
Rigid and thick
As a ramrod
Bolt upright
With nowhere
To go
With nothing
To engage
The fireworks I kindle
Will explode
Inside
You
Like a bush
Burning unconsumed
But the pyrotechnics
Of your loins
Will but dazzle
Your breasts
Belly
And thighs
Although you possess
Breasts
And cock and balls
Golden calves
And splendid woman's ass
I would not change
Places
With you
Not when I can fill
You
With semen missiles
Bright and hot
As a rain
Of molten fire
Or manna
From heaven
10. Shemale
You tempt me
With the hard points
Of your nipples,
With the tender flesh
Of your sleek, round breasts.
You cannot help it;
You are a banquet,
A garden,
A paradise
Of consecrated flesh.
You tempt me
With round, smooth buttocks
Which God meant should be spanked
And held hard,
In white-knuckled hands
Whose indentations
Are claims
More substantial than the brands
With which we branded
Slaves and the chattel
Women once were
Considered,
Years ago.
You tempt me
With the offer of your sex,
The stiff, swollen member
Insistent upon its right
To deflower and engender,
Fountain,
And froth,
A manliness
Incongruous with your womanliness--
A mystery,
As unfathomable
As your shemale's heart and mind.
Soulless Soul
Salt
In sweat and blood
And tears and sperm--
Is there any wonder
That I weep
And work
And fight
And fuck?
That I am
A vampire,
Lying
In wait
For you,
To feed
Upon your eyes,
Your armpits,
Your veins,
Your cock,
Your pleasure
And your pain,
To taste the salty nectar
And the milk of you?
My sad stories and my lies,
My hammer and my chisel,
My sword and my shield,
My needle-sharp, razor-edged fangs
Wait for you,
Wait to seduce you
With sorrow and pity,
Wait to pound you,
Impale you,
Imbibe you,
Make of you
A drink,
A refreshment,
A tonic
For my thirsty,
Soulless
Soul.
11. Staking My Claim
Your eyes
Your thighs
Your lips
Your hips
Your tranny
Fanny
Your breasts
And the rest
Of you
I stake
And claim
I make you
Mine
With thoughts
Of you
Naked
Beneath me
Naked
Before me
With my cock
Up your ass
I stake
And claim
You
Brand you
With my
White-hot sperm
12. Transcending Gender
What matters how lovely the ass or breasts
If one is cursed with a cunt?
A transsexual is blessed,
For she need not trap or hunt
The men she wants; her tits lure,
And her buttocks attract,
But, of all her charms, the surest of the sure
Is her cock and the balls in her scrotal sac--
Ah, no woman, regardless of her face or form,
Can hope to compete against such a contender!
How can a drooling pussy, red and raw, hope to warm
A man's heart or expect to stir
His passions? A cunt is a cavity, reminiscent
Of a wound--what man would want to lick
A gash when he could suck a prick? The scent
Is not of flowers, but of fish, whereas a stiff, thick
Penis smells not the least bit of anything at all,
And, in sucking a transsexual's penis,
A man may take first one egg-shaped ball
Into his mouth and then the other, finding bliss
In making of his mouth a cunt for her to fill,
Thereby transforming himself into a female,
Down whose throat his lady love may spill
Her seed, before he assumes the role of the male
And, mounting his partner, sends his prick deep
Into her warm, tight rectum, fucking her
Fast and hard, that, by his sperm, as it seeps
From her impaled ass, she may be sure
That it is she, not he, who is the feminine one,
And though he may, at times, assume the role
Of the fair sex, allowing her to play the man, for fun,
She's the victor, having stolen his heart and mind and soul.
Pity women, for, despite their made-up faces,
Their false smiles, their augmented breasts,
The satins and velvets and rustles and laces
They wear, their shaven legs, their scented flesh,
And way they style their hair, artificial lures
But belie their attractiveness, for who has to "enhance"
Beauty? Beauty that is beauty of itself allures.
Without such lies, a transsexual draws more than a glance;
Even when she is au natural, she is sure to captivate
And fascinate, for she, simply by being herself,
Cannot help but to commemorate and celebrate
The unique beauty that is her treasure and her wealth.
Although she, too, may wear lipstick, blush, and powder,
Silk, satin, velvet, and lace, to adorn and decorate
Herself, it is her cock and balls and tits and ass that stir
Men to passion, not just a mindless mimicry that would bait
With the same features of the feminine,
For shemales are neither male nor female;
These creatures, neither masculine
Nor feminine, transcend gender; a shemale
Is a member of a third sex; the best
Of both women and men can only pray
To be half so good as she, for she is blessed
By God above in every imaginable (and sexy) way.
13. Transsexual
You are not a woman;
You are not a man;
You are opposites united
In a hermaphroditic plan,
Perfection,
Completion,
Wholeness,
No longer a person divided
Into separate houses,
Separate camps;
Your genitals--penis and testicles--
And your jutting woman's breasts
And buttocks transform you,
Save you from the curse
With which the rest of us are cursed,
Remaining only men or women
Instead of a goddess
Born of hormone therapy,
Surgery,
And a desire to be
Without
The same way God created you
Within.
14. Transsexuals: The Better Choice
I've known many women, but I never knew bliss
Until I experienced my first transsexual's kiss;
I had no idea what pleasure I'd missed
Until I sucked a shemale's cute little penis.
Now, I am spoiled, and can't enjoy anything less
Than ladyboy love, which is the best of the best.
Take a lesson from me, and be forewarned--
No genetic woman, regardless of how well adorned
Or beautiful she is, can compare to the loveliness
Of a gorgeous young transsexual miss!
Mothers, tell your daughters they can't hope to compete;
Against transsexual ladies, they will meet defeat,
For, pleasant of face and form though they may be,
None can hope to rival the sweet ecstasy
That a shemale can engender within a male;
A woman's sexual skills, next to a shemale's, will pale,
And a man will seek comfort and love in a transsexual's arms,
That he may embrace all of her transgendered charms.
Your daughters may become quite lovely, for women,
But none of them can hope to capture the hearts of men
Whom shemales have decided to date or to wed,
Because, after all, a woman is a woman, even in bed,
Whereas a transsexual blends feminine
Charms with the charms of the masculine
Sex, and no man, given the choice, will pass
The chance to have a cock, balls, tits, and an ass;
Besides, a transsexual can't become pregnant with a child,
And there's no need of a pill--whether the sex is mild or wild,
No sperm has ever spawned a baby in the ass or the mouth--
A shemale is safe from pregnancy, both "north" and "south."
Fathers, tell your sons of the joy
That they can have with a pretty ladyboy;
With a shemale lover, they will not want
For anything, except a messy, wet cunt,
Which, once they've tried a firm, tight transsexual ass,
They'll find both overrated and easily bypassed.
More and more, women will turn to each other
As men no longer take them as lovers;
It is better that they do, for they can never replace
The androgynous transsexual's figure and face
With a body that lacks male genitals--
A cunt is all right, in its way, but it can't rival balls
And a cock that can stiffen and swell, to spew jet
After jet of warm, white semen, sticky and wet,
Over the face and the form of the man whose own cock,
Just a moment before, filled her mouth (or her buttocks).
It is an unfair contest, the rivalry between women
And shemales, in which experienced men
Will choose the transsexual, it's true,
Over any genetic woman any man ever knew.
15. You are You
From birth
Onward
A little at a time
Each day
We begin
To die
Let me suck plentifully
At your breasts
And shemale cock
For you are an angel
Sent
From heaven above
The Norse believed
In Valkyries
Winged women warriors
Who chose and took
The valiant dead
From battlefields
To Asgard to feast and fight
And fuck
Daily for eternity
In a faithless world
Wherein even angels
Are dubious propositions
The best we can do
Is you
But that is more than enough
For you
Are flesh and blood
And you
Are you
16. Heart and Soul
You,
On your elbows and knees,
With me
Kneeling behind you,
Cock in hand:
Spread your legs;
Part the pale cheeks
Of your sleek buttocks
That I might invade you
Penetrate you
Again
And again,
Faster
And harder,
Pounding
And slamming you
Until I lose
Control
And spill myself,
Heart and soul,
Deep inside
You.
I cannot love you
Until I own you,
Cock and balls,
Mouth and ass,
Heart and soul.
You know
As well as I
What women do not know--
The way to a man's heart
Is not through his stomach;
The way to a man's heart
Is through his buttocks,
Into his bowels.
Let me own you;
Let me
Love you,
Heart and soul.
You,
On your back,
Thighs wide,
Cock erect,
Pointing
Away from me:
I watch you
Hold your stiff, hard penis
As I enter you
To the hilt,
To the balls,
Impaling
You
On my manhood,
Driving deep
Into your heart
And soul.
I love you,
Now that I
Have owned
You
Anew....
Louise
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