Fuckin get on my nerves,
the books that imply,
one thousand orgasms,
experienced by
Gorgeous sexy artistic women
immaculate windswept moody hair
walk cliff tops risking
young lives - don't care.
Fuckin gets on my nerves -
orgasms don't just happen,
don't just occur magically,
you've got to work at it
and sometimes you're lucky
and sometimes you're not,
usually not
'cos you're nervous -
it's your first bonk and
you've fancied her for yonx,
you've got slippery fingers and
she's got cold ones,
your body's racked
but doesn't deliver,
the tension is killing you
but the fucking orgasm evades.
Fuckin hate those tales
of perfect love
and perfect sex -
it doesn't happen -
except in those writers
D R E A M S,
but they like to fool us
delude us
in-adequate us.
We all want to be
gorgeous sexy artistic women
have those evasive
one thousand orgasms
but can't.
