G in berwick

The birds stand around, and I walk around them. They just stand around and wonder what’s happening

Why’s a person treating them with respect, heralds of messages from other realms, deserve?

It’s not called bisexuality or beastiality, it’s called jealousy, mate

Your “comeback” standing staring stupidly, dressed for a photoshoot, lezphobia

When I was outcast lgbt, feel sorry then, that chapter it’s fate worse than death, is gone, vanished

When het males pick on me, I find it funny, so I don’t know why people feel sorry for me, it amuses me

And accepted into the lgbt community, because of you, lady, you, it was, you

What do I care about hets? Woods’ sewer entered the drinkwater, the lezphobic crap coming from people’s mouths is overrunning the roads

And I heard an old woman in fiddlers green the other day say, the sewage are freaks

I thought to please you, woman of my dreams, sunlight came out this morning, sunlight adorned your skin

Ran fingers thru your hair, clasped your golden earrings, in your smile, this vision, lady of my dreams, you granted me

Play in shadow and light, we in berwick mixed, and when I submit, domme morrigan, to the bond of your love

What’s this submitting, this new realm I’m stepping into, in Berwick, with you, lady of poetry; domme of my dreams?