Ode to Sex

Don’t let porn be a study guide. RL sex isn’t porn.

‘Is something wrong?’ she pondered, shy,
To hear a deep, despondent sigh
Beside her tossed and tussled bed –
He cleared his throat, and bashful, said:

‘It’s just, in all the films I’ve seen
A session starts, and in between,
There’s ten positions – maybe more –
With countless cries and gasps galore.

In all the films, they’re round and round,
And up and down with endless sound
Of pleasure-filled expectant glee,’
He said… ‘or so it seems to me.’

With crooked smile, she raised a hand –
‘Okay,’ she said, ‘I understand.
The problem’s this – it’s not complex –
This isn’t porn,’ she said – ‘it’s sex.’