My rhythm is not as good,
As those who do it for quick tips.
I am your servant by my choice...
Not because I feel a bit desparate!
I understand your husband,
May be gone for the week.
But I am not on call to lust...
Or to freak with those who pay my keep!
I understand you want to use,
My man-ness,
To compare to him and complete.
But madâme I love this life I live...
And you and your mistress,
Wish a male companion to give,
And share fantasies for three some heat!
A heterosexual dawn you request...
Although it is a lesbian affair you lust,
Under your sheets at best.
But your husband will not catch me there,
When he returns from his affairs on the streets!
I have my own buns to fondle when I'm home.
And there my own croissants to eat!
Slightly buttered, not too crusty or too sweet!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heterosexual-dawn/
