How perfectly pansexual

“How perfectly pansexual,”
the lady said to me
“Two I thought was radical
but loving more than three?

“I loved a man with all my heart
it didn’t end so well
His secretary spread her legs
and cast an evil spell

“Inconsolable I wept
and soaked my best friend’s shirt
I soaked her lacy knickers too
my fingers up her skirt

“Appalled at this awakened lust
I hurried to the priest
In the very nicest way
it was an utter beast.”

“You mean –” I said. “Uh-huh,” she said
“the priest was sweet and kind
It told me it was genderless
and helped me to unwind.”

She smiled a secret smile and winked;
“Its hands were quite divine…”
I laughed and said, “I’m sure they were
but wait till you’ve felt mine

“Neither man nor woman I
yet gendered I insist
You’ll find my firm-yet-gentle touch
a treat you can’t resist!”

She said, “I thought myself so straight
but now it’s all so clear
It’s time to let my heart run free
unfettered by my fear.”

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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