It’s just like “porn for
women” but with less soothing
flute music playing.
It’s like girl-girl porn,
but we don’t compliment each
other’s landing strips.
It’s like porn—we can’t
stop penetrating each other
with stilettos!
There’s not one right way
lesbians get it on. There
are, like, four at least.
Time is built in for
improv homophone lessons
and bird metaphors.
Pour the wine, light the
fire, argue over what she
said eight months ago.
Lesbian foreplay:
Strip every time Rachel
Maddow makes a pun.
It is like straight sex,
&nb
sp; but everyone ends up with
some hair in her mouth.
It’s like straight sex, but
afterward we ask ourselves,
“We just had sex, right?”
I can’t give away
the secrets but will say it