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This poem is so old that I don’t remember writing it. There are eight of them at the beginning of an old journal I stuffed in a box, one in which I never finished writing. On the bright side, I now have a new old journal. In retrospect, all I can say it that I am an old bat now and that the ’90s were a marvelous, twisted time for me—easily witnessed by the fact that I titled this poem Love Song rather than something like Slutty Sugar Analogy:

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Love Song

I eat boys

like candy.

Beautiful young

tight boys

with enigmatic smiles

who wear their sex

like wild cologne.

Sweet, startling

innuendo-boys

who hold their cocks

with confidence,

who drive me

like they own me.

I eat boys

like candy.

Especially those

that spank me.

Understanding,

sometimes, girls

just like it rough…