Sometimes he's the champagne,

Sometimes he's the glass.

What a lovely way to say

"He likes it up the ass."

Most folks want to be the flower,

Few care to be the vase.

But, oh! The awesome power

In letting both truths be the case.

To truly be the victim

And the victimizer, too,

To find yourself in both roles

And know exactly what to do,

To be caught in the moment

And swept away by lust,

To be driven by your passion,

To find ecstasy in trust.

These things are all so new to me,

This strangely familiar place

Where I am both the wild, flaming bloom

And the safe, nurturing vase,

Where freedom takes me places

I feared to travel in the past...

Oh! what joy to be the champagne

That's bubbling in his glass!