Naughty Confessions of Miss Chrissy

If only I could have two lovers

I really need a spare

in case one of them goes flat

I really need a pair.

My Sunday lover stays in bed

caters to my every whim

I drown in his embrace

as I take him for a spin.

My Monday man woos me

and brings me flowers,

touches and caresses me

ready and willing for hours!

I have a hot passionate libido

so I have to switch hit with them

the first tells me I am his love

the second brings me gems.

But I have other days to fill

so will have to take more lovers

I need to feel the heat again

underneath my satin covers.

The only problem I encounter

Is remembering who is who

Often their prowess seems alike

I pin name tags on to give a clue.

Or maybe I’ll ask my swains

To wear different colors to signify

which one is Monday or Saturday

if it become necessary to clarify.

Or I could rate them by numbers

Saturday would be number seven

Wednesday would be four -

oh, this has to be my heaven!

So many men becomes confusing

I keep wanting to cut back

But I find it very difficult to choose

which ones to romp with in the sack.

I’ve decided to burn my diary

so no one will know about my guys

I know my story will be embellished,

salty kernel of truth in all the lies.