The Bicurious Soul
The Bicurious Soul


Had I been loved by a girl,
I would have been lucky?
Just like a curious child,
I would love to embrace
My bicurious soul.
Like a waking up sapling,
Growing into a plant,
I want to grow in love!
Yes, there is too much pain
In this world,
I want to explore a bit of love
With a girl.
It is beautiful to cuddle
With someone sensitive
Yet with a personality so enduring
That the words fail
To describe what beauty
Could actually mean.
We, the egg-producers
Like to lay side by side
To explore:
How does it feel when
Fingers roll down
the bare naked body?
Hahaha...With such a keen boldness
I write this oration
For the love that desires
A beautiful soul
While appreciating the body.
Tucked in between soft embrace of arms,
Lies a world too beautiful...
Where every touch comes
With a choice of experiencing passion...
Here's a surviving bicurious soul
Who wants to explore
And win a moment
For expressing her needs
As clearly as possible...
In a world that tries to subdue
Our position...
I would rather choose a girl
To experience freedom from the society
That never feels for the egg-bearers!