Redheads in Bed

I’ve had three redheaded lovers

And all of them were pale

Ivory skinned and freckled

They were hard to keep out of jail

There was Christine, bubbly and curly

Freckled and fair as a an egg

Her drapes matched her carpet

A fiery little nest between her legs

Then there was Sarah, older than me

A poet who sighed when she came

She really wanted a mother like mine

But she settled for a son all the same

Then there was Diane, an actress

Fiery and demanding as shit

She was a terror as a lover

Every orgasm ended in fits

She'd scratch your eyes out

Then cry in a corner for a while

Then leap on your bones

And fuck you dry with a smile

I don’t want to be accused of gingerism

Of being intellectually lazy

But all the redheads I’ve loved

Were passionate, mad and crazy