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Domestic instincts.

You know I hesitate to reveal myself to you, darling boy,


Because you have been the only man to date

That evokes domestic desires I'd like to satiate


Against my better conditioned judgements,

I see your face in real life and in photographs


And I am flooded with a whim to care for you

To stroke your hair and cook for you like a Good Woman


I simply cannot rationalize

These domestic instincts of mine


So perhaps you are enlightened then, as to why I bind my tongue

I cannot give myself to you without knowing the kind of man you are


So many men would take my domestic instincts and force me into

a picket cage; You must understand that these are unconditional

and rather unexplainable desires that would serve you better than

forcing my waist into a dirty little apron while you go eat the babysitter's cunt.


Do not take advantage of my natural tendency to serve;

I only ask for tenderness in return.

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