Madam and Eve

My eyes were leaking like heavily cascading rivers at the end of his tormenting.
I didn’t know it was wrong, for a girl to like a girl, and a boy to like another boy, come to think of it.

In the planet that I come from, it was a fucking gift to share love between someone like you.
I feel it makes sense, since who knows you best are the ones who have breasts, like you. Or dicks, like you do.
This place is fucked up, ‘straight’ is always the way to go,
Closed-minded is what I think so.

So what if she makes me happy? So what if I prefer her to that boy? He isn’t even the same as me,
We are not even the same on the inside; I do not make sperm like he does.
I don’t have to have children- it could have been Madam and Eve if you want to know the truth.
I find all this heterosexual business, rather uncouth.