Did I Make the Maidens Blush
Did I make the maidens blush?
Discretion guides me and says, "Hush";
That I am still a man of lust
Time coyly chides me, "What's your rush? "
Speak not of what goes on in bed
That's a subject best left unsaid,
For in that place all truths revealed,
The naked heart can't be concealed;
That female asks what is your pleasure
The male responds with signs of measure;
The generous and kind of heart
Will laugh and play the mothers part,
And enjoy the naked look of him
And satisfy his every whim;
But should her heart be cold, constricted,
He will find himself restricted;
Certain regions out of bounds,
The sheets drawn up with hissing sounds;
Beneath her blanket squats a neurotic
Confused by what he calls erotic;
Fears aroused, (note: not his penis)
She shows him fat not found on Venus.
Inadequate and stilled by fright,
Romance now girded, out of sight;
Disgruntled in the coming dawn
Hope escapes across the lawn;
The one with whom he would have lain
Runs off angry full of blame.
All true lovers should surely know:
Beware the Maiden who fidgets so.
poem by David McLansky
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