Sappho, in a single word.
Lesbian world unfurled.
Why not lesbians?
Why not more lesbians!
Population control tool, of sorts.
Reduce friction, conserve marmalade.
Love? What love? Free love?
Let lesbian love be heard and seen.
Why not more love?
What is love, but marmalade,
Without bright orange peel,
Or burnt toast, nor bland unsweetened gruel,
No butter nor margarine,
No virgin oil at all, and no pits,
But heavy on the lemon rind,
Kind of sour and bitter at times,
But desirable and best when chilled,
With pink grapefruit juice,
And other flavourful liquid or fluid,
Body juice, oral juice,
Juice from the source,
Juice from the deep well,
Juice of love and juice of mango,
Dripping wet with emotion,
But never frigid, nor glacial,
Dribbling wet through rose coloured glasses,
Running love's rampant race,
No disgrace or about face,
Out of every orifice,
Frothing like a cold soap stream,
Bubbling like a hot soda spring,
Dessert at the end of the day,
Where two legs meet,
Kissing two lips,
Cooing adoration,
Dipping and diving into pink gum,
All those wonderful lesbians,
With their flirting eyes,
Keeping toying men at bay,
Using toy men for raucous play,
Making males ponder and wonder,
If only there were more moaning than cooing.
Why all that preponderance?
Such a delight in the soft moonlight,
Bliss in the carnal morning,
Before an early breakfast or work,
For lunch and brunch,
Enjoyed during afternoon tea,
Served like, before dinner cocktails,
That hour of solace, yet fun,
When red wine turns white under the blistering sun,
Two arms entwined,
Two hearts beating the band,
Four eyes drinking in a heady atmosphere,
All that wondrous girl love,
Leaving men far behind, crying in the dark,
Male parts hung out to shrink and dry,
Like wet pyjamas,
Drenched with morning cum,
As lovers twist and twine in a columbine of flowery light,
Ne'er reminded of those horrid boys that teased them,
No appeasement in the anxious school yard,
Ere that ring of the silent bell,
Before naked puberty took its toll,
Ere diction resolved connotation,
Before lust won out,
All those lesbian hormones,
Dancing outside denoted bedroom lines,
Bare feet pirouetting across that shimmering zone,
While breasts swell with expectation,
Whilst all the stars in the universe collide,
Culminating in swaddling cloaks,
Castigating the randy snorting bull,
Castrating the anxious bleating ram,
Cavorting bad girls escaping the harem,
Counting all the pros and cons,
On one hand, then the other,
On her left foot, then her mother's right,
Only to find the Sheik's pearl eye hath been blinded, 
Plucked out and deaf to every gem,
Opposing royal emerald ears,
 Mute to every sugar daddy tone,
Yet mastery and brilliance is magnified ten fold,
By some marvelous females radiating illumination,
That men and bastards can never rightly understand,
Which torrid lust and romance will envy at times,
While the heated beast in all of us wishes was our own.