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Witness and recognize this; I’m RuPaul’s,
“Ladykins;” that which others will deny.

Prayer has its place. Worship is what enthralls
us back. I hear your confession and sigh,

what counts is devotion. We lick and probe;
a tongue thrusting out inside while honey

boils and you bite the sash of your bathrobe
with your low-beasty noise. Your, “¡ay, pappy!”

“¡Me voy a venir!” — I’m the slushiest
male; the sort of sissy that the gods bleed

bone dry; shaman of lisps and broken wrists.
You’re a buzzed butch — and you cum. Prayer and lust

are the same. All that need; like how we need
drag-king flings, how we need feminist trysts.

In Spanish, “Me voy a venir,” translates into, “I’m going to cum.” A drag-king is a female performance artists who dresses in masculine drag. Feminism is the ultimate aphrodisiac.