Both of my lovers are five-ten and slender.
Both of my lovers are skillful and tender,
Hair on their faces but not on their heads,
Neither one longs for sartorial threads.
What if I tried this one day for a lark?
Naked, unspeaking, in bed in the dark--
Each lover has his own lovemaking art.
Yes, I am sure I could tell them apart.
© 2002 by Valerie White. All rights reserved.