This Poem Is Fully Reversible

Yes
hell yes
I'd 
go home with you
if you asked me

I'd
lick the inside of your thighs
humbly
and beg for it

I might even
get up in the morning
and burn you an egg
in honor of the gift

If only we didn't
have to talk about how
righteous it was
             afterwards
your being on top

William Timberman