Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
YOU
© Breeze Vincinz
You think that's it's real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You think that it's real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You pump me full and complete
Check the gauges, ride on
You treat me so tenderly and kind
During the opening credits
But the cum shot is on your mind
And money from your bets
You try so hard to rape me
Be rude, push my head down
You can't rape the willing
You can't push what's already down
You think you've accomplished
the best ride of all time
You are only an accomplice
to what I had on my mind
You think that's it’s real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You think that it's real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You say prayers and psalms
You condemn me to hell
Ask me to suck you into calm
You command me to yell
You build yourself a straw house
What wolf would dare to blow
So safe behind your straw house
Who would ever know
You think my wounds have your name
You think your name's on my heart
You haven't even begun to earn my shame
You haven't even begun to start
You think that it's real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You think that it's real
because you growl my name
and allow me to be the animal
You think God doesn't want me to be
You pump me full and complete
Check the gauges, ride on
You are the perfect complement to the rain
You cover me, go, then come back again
You offer yourself in delicious little pieces
You sell the joy of your much-needed assembly
You have guilt complexes over the bitch shit you do
You have a need for contrition, I won't give it to you
Your face, your lips, are as soft as morning frost
Your body wants to purchase my soul at any cost
You won’t be the first to say what your heart really needs
You won’t ever admit that sometimes you bleed
You think it’s real because you growl my name so nastily
And allow me to be the animal You think God doesn't want me to be
But he wants me to be
She wants me to be baby
You pump me full and complete
Check the gauges, ride on
You pump me full and complete
Check the gauges, ride on
You pump me full and complete
Check the gauges, ride on
This poem came out of dozens of “top/bottom” conversations that go on every second within the gay community. For those (fortunate ones) not in the know, a “Top” is a gay man who enjoys penetrative anal sex. A “Bottom” is a gay man who enjoys being penetrated during anal sex. Because of the “penetrative” aspects involved, gender norms are tattooed on both participants and are permanent and irremovable, with Tops being aggressive and “manly” and Bottoms being submissive “women.” To this day, my social media feed is filled with people asking questions like, “As a Top, do you allow your Bottom to pay for dinner?” or “As a Bottom, do you bath your Top after being intimate?” As if discussing two separate species of man, or that some crazed gunman would only shoot one over the other in a gay nightclub. I remember pulling out my journal and writing this after having an intense sexual experience with this guy who assumed I was going to give him a copy of the key to my apartment because he made me cum without touching myself. It was awesome. I blocked him and never heard from him again. But it was awesome.
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
This poem came out of dozens of “top/bottom” conversations that go on every second within the gay community. For those (fortunate ones) not in the know, a “Top” is a gay man who enjoys penetrative anal sex. A “Bottom” is a gay man who enjoys being penetrated during anal sex. Because of the “penetrative” aspects involved, gender norms are tattooed on both participants and are permanent and irremovable, with Tops being aggressive and “manly” and Bottoms being submissive “women.” To this day, my social media feed is filled with people asking questions like, “As a Top, do you allow your Bottom to pay for dinner?” or “As a Bottom, do you bath your Top after being intimate?” As if discussing two separate species of man, or that some crazed gunman would only shoot one over the other in a gay nightclub. I remember pulling out my journal and writing this after having an intense sexual experience with this guy who assumed I was going to give him a copy of the key to my apartment because he made me cum without touching myself. It was awesome. I blocked him and never heard from him again. But it was awesome.
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