she spoke casually of her hundred lovers
surprised men were shocked by the count
to her they were like soapy showers
everyday, normal, nothing to note

she told her future husband
before she knew he would be so
and he hid his distaste
imagining a filled auditorium

rows of seats, filled with near naked men and boys
boxers, briefs, wrapped towels and socks half-off
and her, nude, standing before them
inviting