My Courtesan in Retainer

Am I a racist to have a type?

There is Japanese, American, Canadian,
Scottish, Indian, and much more…
Do preferences make me a bigot?

I shall pick a Scot over a Yank—any day—
only because she sat by me:
day or night, winter or summer, Monday or Sunday,
as my muse,
as my ambrosia.

I hold her, breathe her, taste her.
Oh, Aphrodite, let thee not be jealous of her hips—
the sturdiest, glossiest, most intoxicating.
I sprinkle water upon her,
only to see her dance—
her erotic curves and shape.
My courtesan in retainer.
Never will I grown weary of you.

Many came; a few competed.
A handful imprisoned me in exotic foreplays—
only for days—
before vanishing into the abyss.

I shall never forget you, my lass.
Oh, my Almighty,
let me be with thee
when I draw her my last breath.