Oh to a Femme

That sweet smelling shapely curvy girly gorgeous hard as diamonds ball of fluff so sharp you’ll cut yourself, that all-woman woman, that femme is hard to describe. Those femmes, boi those femmes, how can I begin to thank you for being you?

I can begin by thanking you for the way you move… rain tripping off a cat’s back, water snake skimming the surface some place hot and green like the Nile, your hips shifting side to side, moving towards me or away s’all good. The way you tip your hands mid speech, the way you drip sex from your lips and call it a smile…that little wink so quick a boy thinks he just wanted to see it. Femme, sometimes I spot you by the way you move. Straight femme, boy femme and oh gosh my all time, all nite favourite – lesbian femme - how I love your femme moves.

Thanks too for your sass. I love you love to tease. You like to put a boi in his place, even if s/he has a place in your heart. How high and mighty you act, how sweet you become between the sheets, how the jungle cat purrs kitten like in my arms. I love your hutzpur, your bare-assed cheek (I love both your bare assed cheeks), the way you dare to be who you are, feminine in a world where that is sometimes a dangerous thing to be. Cat calls, dogs whistles, builders bums and still you go on being you, a femme warrior proud to wear Prada.

Can I compare thee to a summer’s day? Hot – sure, what femme is not? On that summer’s day where would I better be than pouring my salty body over yours, languid femme, cool femme gossamer light, strong as a blade of wheat, a blade of grass having sense enuf to bend, hurricanes come and still you standing. All my nights are midsummers night with you, the shortest night, gone in a heartbeat, taken shaken and stirred by the breeze of you, the ease you move so gently through the world, giving back far more than you take.

You are who you are, it radiates from you; glitter from a star. No-one tells you how 2 be, what to wear. Lesbian femme I love you being you, don’t go changing, 2 many guys luv you just the way you are. Far from the days gay clubs turned you away…in your town still going down? Cum here. I’ll hold you, rest your weary head ‘pon my shoulder. I’m older, seen most things, been there, done you just the way you like it. Bolder than you used to be, femme. Back in the day, you had to earn the wedge, bring home the cheese on account your boi couldn’t get a j-o-b. Now we can stand together, play together, build a home together. You and me we all about the equality.

Hey femme, we got it goin on. I couldn’t love you more but each day proves me wrong. You’re all I want, all I need. Soft and strong, deadly and dangerous, assassin of my heart, thief of my better judgement, cat woman burglar of all my stupid outmoded ideas. You make me better than I could ever have been. The things I learn from you. I never knew a truly bitter femme. I’ve always known you reach out, reach down, feel compassion and godhelpus make us all feel it too. Welling up, I never could say nothing against the tears in your eyes femme, you know that I would always do whatever it takes to stop you feelin like that. Changing the world even. Boy, you make me a better man than any man I know. In this harsh world, oh to a woman but oh, oh, oh to a femme.