Conducting a sexperiment
(Strictly according to Masters and Johnson)
He keeps an anxious eye on his meters and dials.
"Love" he says,
"My darling dear"
(Verbal stimuli are an effective aphrodisiac
To the female psyche)
"My sweet are you sure,
Quite sure,
That all your electrodes are properly attached?
Because, Lover, Sweetheart,
My readings are low! "
Whilst his right hand
With remarkable dexterity
Employs bizarre stimulation techniques
(cf. KAMA SUTRA et.al.)
His left hand adjusts the calibrations
And he furrows his brow
Concentrating on his other members.
She heaves a huge sigh
Threatening to dislodge him.
Bored to distraction
She mutters
"Sir
Can it be
That you have a faulty plug? "
Copyright H. St.V. Beechey January 1972.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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