English Sex

Let's feel for the contact we seek,
let mutual we squander,
Less stantial we ponder
upon each others virginal shores

Sat in white cotton sheets
Sat on bed for bottom treats
Adventurous streaks
So many peaks

Relentless urges push the pang
to penetrate the nervous slang,
and finger like a new found limb
reach out into his random whim,
and touch the distant foreign shore
as he touches yours.

Such mutual want,
such avid can.

Synthetics holding
back the plan
Rise into folds
and out of pan

The majesty of naked form,
as both of clothes relinquished.
To touch is greater than to hold
But we are very English

Both nerves are playing heart strings
Both bossom lips and gentle hips
and strangely rising wings
Both strength in groin
and rising loin
The heart is overpowering!

So tongue in cheek
we venture seek
to find each others writhing

We call it foreplay, we call it jest,
To wander round the big gold chest,
good distance from his emerald nest
Yet contact now, tho wavered at best
To mutually find each others rest