G*y !
 G*y is g*y
 One way to have a lay or whatever

 But s**uality, has no partiality, really

 And if knee-high grass
 Caressing my ass
 Can make me come
 Why run?

 I roll in the leaves
 Imploring the trees to tease
 Then gaze at the stream, and cream

 The wind is my lover
 Sweet earth my mother
 Beneath the sun
 My body has fun
 With its brother, sister, nephew, niece

 I have no lease on love
 And no special way to play

 That which i embrace may be your face
 Or the face of a million moonbeams
 floating free in space

 Your hard love enters my mouth
 and you moan

 You come and i
 Come home

 Don’t say g*y
 Say
 The way is the way
 however.