Puncture Me with Your Effervescent Phallus 



     Puncture me with your effervescent phallus; 
     Distinctive thrusting does not damage, although 
     Some know penetration as an act of malice. 

     Our mothers imagined sex to be callous --
     Liberating, instead, it should be hallow. 
     Puncture me with your effervescent phallus. 

     Men grant holiness by filling our chalice. 
     Can't you see, they are adorned with God's halo? 
     Some know penetration as an act of malice. 

     Their daughters became as knowing as Pallas, 
     We learned: bend, when forced, like a windy willow. 
     Puncture me with your effervescent phallus. 

     Women will not be enchanted like Alice 
     In wonderland, only knowing the cry, Oh! 
     Some know penetration as an act of malice. 

     Men fantasize sovereignity in our palace, 
     The vagina, imagining consent to sow. 
     Puncture me with your effervescent phallus. 
     Some know penetration as an act of malice. 



     --jennifer crystal chien