We're Lucky...

Whatever they say,
We're lucky to be gay
As I argued with my little brother.
In all of a whirl
He picks up a girl,
Then only has one way he can love her.
When I go on a spree
With a boy, we have three
Basic things we can do together.
When I've done them to him,
Then just on a whim
We turn over and discuss whatever.
He'd do one to me
Or maybe all three,
Making six ways we've come altogether.