-In the darkest hours of the night,
When the cats meow and the bats bite,
When it tip toes towards the door,
And out to not be imprisoned anymore.
-It circles around the bed and around the pole, yes.
It restores urges, but depletes self-control.
-It assists many things, like money and fame.
Emptiness! All we share is a last name.
-A tool, an aid, a sacrifice,
Quiet hips that are concise.
Understandably, it can offend.
-It’s natural, but can condescend.
Who I share it with is my own business,
Whether poor in health, or rich in sickness.
It fuels my life, and my desire,
It’s fully-clothed in no attire.
Abused by many, and cherished by few,
An intimate pas de deux.
Heart of you, or me-
Don’t be offended by my sexuality.