Dual Identitites Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

A call for me rings,
An invitation it brings.
He was a close acquaintance,
Who just arrived from a distance.

We painted the town red,
At the end this what he said?
' Man to man I will ask? '
'Please let us make love for lust! '

I was shocked to discover.
That my boy friend was a girl.
But I was carried away by his caress,
It was sensuous that wade off my stress.

His ways of blowing was masterful,
I can not deny it was most wonderful.
No other being had gave such pleasure,
Where I was dried of my semen for sure.

Carnal zest in flesh is finite,
Yet the sexperience was infinite.
Such thing may not sound honorable,
But those lovers doing it are adorable.