G*y !
G*y is g*y
One way to have a lay or whatever
But s**uality, has no partiality, really
And if knee-high grass
Caressing my ass
Can make me come
Why run?
I roll in the leaves
Imploring the trees to tease
Then gaze at the stream, and cream
The wind is my lover
Sweet earth my mother
Beneath the sun
My body has fun
With its brother, sister, nephew, niece
I have no lease on love
And no special way to play
That which i embrace may be your face
Or the face of a million moonbeams
floating free in space
Your hard love enters my mouth
and you moan
You come and i
Come home
Don’t say g*y
Say
The way is the way
however.