I don’t consider good sex a trophy,
It is more like hearty applause,
But sometimes the PROCESS is less exciting,
Than the prospect of impending menopause,
The PURSUIT can be an interesting phenomenon,
And generally the phase that I like best,
It more often than not … holds greater rewards,
Than the humiliation of the CONQUEST.
Sex without foreplay or passion,
Is like throwing away the orange ..
.. and eating the rind,
Or going overseas on a vacation,
And leaving your Passport behind.
I thought that I’d been delivered an Angel,
Only after I had let him fly away,
I regretted not investigating his potential,
Until once again our paths crossed one wet Sunday.
As before … he appeared without warning,
So I surrendered without much of a fight,
Because I thought that he was on ..
.. a Mission from God,
But now for that … I am appropriately contrite.
I was PROCESSED quite efficiently,
IN and OUT … within half an hour,
It was a bloody disappointment,
The best part was the nice hot shower.
He believed that he’d performed quite admirably,
And expected me to say “Thanks”,
Personally … I don’t know why he..
.. wanted me there at all,
He may as well have … had a wank!
Leaving me a hot-blooded, wanton woman,
Extremely aroused … but unsatisfied,
Another notch in the gun of a Dick Head,
Who when he’d promoted his prowess ../ had lied.
Now I’m very concerned with Quality Control,
And wary of men who claim to be Studs,
Because I cannot complain to Consumers’ Affairs,
If despite their packaging …
… they turn out to be Duds.