And now what, my love,

When I may never feel your beard

Tickling my breasts again?

I wonder:

How soon will I be able to lose myself 

When another pair of hands

Spread my ass cheeks

To taste the offering?

Will it be his fingers or hers?

I don't know,

Because I've always been curious

Of a woman's tongue sliding down 

What I so readily gave to you.

She might find the things you never did

In the red cave that welcomed you

So many times

Women's fingers:

Slower

More curious

Smoother.

Could she discover in me

Something no man ever could?

But let me not compare;

You taught me as much.

Let her gentle lips,

whoever she might be,

Whet my idle curiosity,

Or satisfy it.

So that if I should ever miss

A man's rough skin 

And kiss

Your dear chest again,

If you're ever to lick my nipples

Drink from my spring,

Visit my red centre

With your cock and strong fingers,

I'll have learned 

Yet another precious lesson

I can teach you.