Sometimes he’s the champagne,
Sometimes he’s the glass.
What a lovely way to say
“He likes it up the ass.”
Most folks want to be the flower,
Few care to be the vase.
But, oh! The awesome power
In letting both truths be the case.
To truly be the victim
And the victimizer, too,
To find yourself in both roles
And know exactly what to do,
To be caught in the moment
And swept away by lust,
To be driven by your passion,
To find ecstasy in trust.
These things are all so new to me,
This strangely familiar place
Where I am both the wild, flaming bloom
And the safe, nurturing vase,
Where freedom takes me places
I feared to travel in the past…
Oh! what joy to be the champagne
That’s bubbling in his glass!
