Golden Shower
You told me the first time we met
I’d plead to drink your piss.
I laughed and told you “No way! Bet?”
Now things have come to this:
I’m on my back between your legs
Mouth open, drinking up,
Me, who swore he’d never beg
To drink wine from your cup.
Mistress, I did not know at first,
What you knew would prove true.
No other drink would slake my thirst
To give myself to you.
How can I not deem you divine,
You who change water into wine.
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