REAL SUGAR

She slept over, tossed
Her Wonder-Bra
On the bedpost.

I put a pink packet
Of fake sweetener
In a cup, her B cup.

Later laughing,
She asked, "Why?"
"Because," I said,

"They are Sweet 'n Low,
but I couldn't remember
if they were Equal."

"You're a smooth-talking wise guy.
My breasts," she said,
"are for lips

that stutter, and might
stumble up
on love."

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