She slept over, tossed
            Her Wonder-Bra
            On the bedpost.

            I put a pink packet
            Of fake sweetener
            In a cup, her B cup.

            Later laughing,
            She asked, "Why?"
            "Because," I said,

            "They are Sweet 'n Low,
            but I couldn't remember
            if they were Equal."

            "You're a smooth-talking wise guy.
            My breasts," she said,
            "are for lips

            that stutter, and might
            stumble up
            on love."


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