Not Drowning but Sighing

She has survived a thousand little deaths;
And liked each one more than she might dare say;
She takes her pleasures, lets her sighs and breaths
Exacerbate your hopes that she will play
With men and girls and women and, yes, boys:
They entertain her for the briefest while;
And, so to bed; and, there, she has the choice
Of bedfellows, so hard, they make her smile;

She laughs to find a better one each night
That she’ll drive in and out for hours on end,
Until she finds this romance brings delight,
And nicknames her new toy after a friend
Or would-be lover, whom she has turned down,
Despite the thousand deaths in which she’d drown.