sex: a poem

i think 'bout it a lot
so thats a clue for you
its in my every thought
and in the title too,

i'd love to tell you how
it wracks my brain--so hard!
so we shall start right now
with me as sexual bard,

This morn when I awoke
the first things in my head
were ripping off my cloak
and taking her to bed

the next two thoughts that came
within my mind and loin:
coitus with my dame
and pleasure in my groin,

i stopped to ponder still
the mem'ry of her flesh
with wonder and a will
the dazzling smooth caress,

i rose up from my springs
with thoughts still yet to come
and for the birds that sing
my stomach became the drum,

i pounded it quite hard
and rough beats did resound
while outside in the yard
the squirrels gnawed the ground,

while arms I dressed with cotton
and denim adorned the leg--
my thoughts went simply rotten
of sperm upon the egg

i tried to cleanse my mind
from thoughts with an "amen,"
but a minute's simple grind
brought them back again!