That butch is made of
hard wood, ebony and bone
holds me in the
palm of her hand
woman gives me
oceans full of dragging waves
turns me inside out, steers
me with her constant fingers
no need to stop
no time for no
my cunt swims when I
see her, smell her
hell for leather,
I'd crawl for that butch
(c) Hayley Fox-Roberts, 1999