MONA

I'm telling speakers of Hindi that I'm depressed, watching bindis dance like fireflies as they sweat and interject guesses as to why I'm distressed/
Cue an orgy in Bangladesh/
Fuck bangles: hands are better for getting wet/
Handi, meet Jhet/
Is it monsoon season yet?/
Fuck weddings. A stand for something important is better for getting accepted/
Take one and get wet/
Fuck conventions! Take a stand and plan new nude processions/
This is not a confession, it's a proclamation in relation to condoning female masturbation intended to be dispensed for the captivation of nations/
I'm never censored, and forever bent on being ever obsessed with your breath as you climax/
It would be fine, any time spent doing that, then finding time to rhyme and rehash that/
Where am I?/
Am I where
I can see you from?/
Yeah, and I see from
your eyes that the feeling's gone/
Well, it never was/
I was never the one/
Not that I ever wan-
ted to be one sheep,
two, three, or asleep/
No, that came out wrong/
Have you heard me; herded me?/
I can be one if you need one coz one needs to be needed, and if there's wool over your eyes I can be the guy who can leave it alone, or even seemingly be it/
You're none the wiser. No judge needed/
So see me on the ceiling?/
I'm like a fan of your 'enhanced' hijab, but off,
for your hijab, and for you leaving it on,
your breathing,
and my nose being so close
to the sweaty sheet,
especially
if you used it to get off with, in sweet feats of making hearts and being beat, fingers over your clit to hit a high B/
I'm beat/
This is sheet music to my ears like they're weak knees
under sheets/
See, I'm like you completely, and like you completely/
When I'm a voyeur it pays to be unknown,
(this sheet over me's overblown)
on a TV like big brother watching you take it off when you're feeling alone/
I wonder if you ever get off when you're feeling you won't/
You know repression of your sex drive makes you livelier and wetter when you finally come to your senses and come like your senses condone/
Just saying/
And I just know it's hardcore to just say it/
But I just did/
Just my ear'd did this/
If your ear'd did this would be bliss/
Let's let a secret Santa keep this his/
On Boxing Day I'd like a bottle full of a sexy Sunni chick's piss (no She eye't, just kidding)/
I know it's not a box, sorry, but make it big, then hit me over the head with it like you're pissed at the very notion of this, so that a river of your liquid leaves me as intoxicated as you playing with your clit/
I'm just saying, if only sexy ladies bathed in the Gangees I'd gladly take a swim and in your leaks like Wiki's, if sweet like a sexy psychiatrist at her peak; taken in when she's shaking and in heat/ Smile and breathe/
I'm ordinarily offbeat. Unless you offer me your pee I'm fast like I'm not a car that's parked during peak hours; not slowing; writing rhymes faster than pot growing for getting high/
Sigh as a reply, babe/
Your hijab stole my eyes. It's shades/

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