The shape of me

I’m shaped like an S

Twisting and turning you never know which way my body will roam

It may not look familiar but you can still feel it pulsating and embrace its heat

You call me “different” 

As if I should feel flattered 

If only you knew 

How scary different could really be

Who knew that a defective body would be also the one thing to make you feel like a man?

I did-MK