“Shots fired”

Shots fired

.

If my vagina fired rounds,

Deep, throaty, rattling sounds,

Bringing men to their knees and to the ground.

If my vagina fired rounds.

.

At the range the other day,

Man sidled up, “Let’s play.”

He pulled out his little gun.

I fired mine and watched him run.

.

If my vagina fired rounds,

Deep, provocative, throaty sounds,

Bringing men down to the ground.

If my vagina fired rounds.

.

Cock the hammer and squeeze just right,

Feel the tension release its might.

Trigger quickens to the right touch

As do I, then I release so much.

.

Listen ammosexuals, I aspire

To all the things you desire:

To live untrammeled by regulation,

Or laws that bind me to subjugation.

.

If my vagina fired rounds,

Deep, provocative, throaty, sounds,

Bringing men to knees and ground.

Would my vagina then be profound?

.

.

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