Sex Is A Mess
Just a funny little observational poem.
Sex is a sticky, wet, copious, glorious mess.Deceived when younger by parents, Hollywood and hype.Copulating partners finish off, the female gets up to redress.She returns to her activities with nary a gripe.Imagine that first encounter ending. Standing by the bed when the realization grows. Everything is now dripping, running like a river that flows.Unsure what was the right thing to do. Run to the bathroom and rectify t...