I'Ll Touch You Like He Won'T Poem by John W. McEwers

I hear lawyers wear gloves
or carry around evidence
in little sealed clean bags
like ham sandwiches

I hear lawyers pick up stuff
with the dainty tips of their fingers
before pointing those fingers
like outing witches

I hear lawyers wear suits
and good ones never sweat
but do good men ever not
sweat good for you?

These men can't compare
to my hands so bare
with a gymnast's grip
to prove my love is true

No gloves, even loves, will
barrier my passion from you.