by The Maenad
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Raw cream, raw egg rock on,
Help me get this top off.
With rough rubbing I
Get to make your cock pop
All over my spring clean
Hanging momma dugs;
My pits smell of dove.
.
I said,make something that I can overeat
Dutifully, she bade to please me
.
Trying to lose weight always summons these stress eating days
Like a troll or ogre, I stuff it all raw into my gob.
Look away Johnny, I am only eating.
It is all that turns me on
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The Maenad (She/Hers) Transgender Goddess, an activist, artist, poet, publisher, sex worker, and author of creative non-fiction, erotica, fantasy, and science fiction.
Her work has appeared @corporealitmag @engendered @gutslutpress @fahmidanjournal @redplanetmag @wickedgayways @365tomorrows, within the Gongfarmer’s Almanac and on Madwomen in the Attic.
Her first chapbook, a work of trans erotic liberation, the Ishtar Cycle, is available from @lupercaliapress
Find her @dreaminggynoid on Twitter and @scarlet_maenadum on IG.
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