A Guy Talking About *Love* Could Be Porn

If I wrote down everything we did in the night
When we embraced with our clothing on the floor
Gathering moonlight from the veranda blinds
And nothing but mosquito net surrounding our bodies...

It would be pornographic.
I'd have to say what we did, explicitly, and
Using language that would embarrass censors and kids
Not kids, their parents,
So I have to let our
Clothing gather the moonlight, not our privates.

Privates. Sounds like foot soldiers.
Private parts. Seen in Privies, I suppose.
Sure, I stand up to pee! However...
Sargent Sex Talk forbids any more details...

Yet one simple fact will seep out of my
manly fingertips Onto this page, giving
one secret away to the
Perceptive reader. Here goes:

He an I took our pleasure a second time.


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A Second Time Ticks at Play in the Hay

For whatever picturesque arabesque to be seen
Caused some fair reader to read me and gleam
I'll oblidge by adding to the above ditty
Something short of a large floppy...uh...witty
Song...

Yes, we'll throng instead in the sunshine,
We'll laugh every day, we'll get along in the
Sunshine, and then you'll be