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Click hereWith each day I see the beauty in perversion.
It's sultry smutty world calls to me over and over.
It begs me to join and be one with it.
What the fuck, Why the hell not?
I can sit and watch this desire grow more and more.
Or I can take the tiger by the tail and do something about it.
Fuck, I am human you know, it is a normal thing.
Perversion you call it? Fuck it, I call it normalcy.
I have the urge to be one with another and another one with me.
To fuck and screw and all of those other fun words we don't say.
To not call and say I love you, to just let it be what it is, Fucking.
I loved it when I was a teenager, I can't now? Bullshit.
I can do what I want for whatever reason I want. Fuck the rest.
I will sit and fuck forever and a day if it pleases me.
It doesn't please you? Boo Fucking Hoo.
Such is Fucking Life.
Personally, I love fucking too... On a broader note, your poem isn't bad at all, although I'd have liked to see you define what that perversion is, exactly.