Poems of a Muslim Transgender 2

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La Vita Nuova



We fucked and we fucked and we came and we fucked again.
The new life, youth and springtime, love and cock,
Have taken me over, a scrawny silver cat
Transformed by the force of my Arab warrior’s thrust.

Dressing for him, I put on silk and lace,
A white bustier to lift my fleshy tits,
Black panties with a wide rear-entry hole,
Nothing fancy, only simple clothes;

I perfume my face with musk, my fingers with rose oil.
I bathe my reborn body in a wash of figs.
I cleanse my ass, my mansion and my garden,
With minted soap, to make it sweet for him.

“A husband to woman, but a wife to man,”
Bearing a cloak, I will find a public place
Where he may fuck me, as I moan in pain and love,
And offer me, drunken and slutty, to passers-by,

Asking, “Will you empty all your cum
In the stretched out ass of this used-up bitch?
Stick a muscular dick into her crack,
Pull it out when you’re done, and pay nothing.”

He’ll say, “I’ll fuck her again, although I’m bored,
And then, if she still lives, I’ll walk away.”
The brutal Master inflicts such pain upon me,
Because he knows this agony’s immortal.

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