Broomstick, Joystick Or Matchstick Poem by John Sensele

Askme no more to kiss your lips
Lips that felt soft, sweet and suave when they were mine
At the time I could handle and fondle your hips
That tormented my moments when we could entwine

Because the chemistry felt right
Both from my part and yours
As we breathed pure power every night and held each other tight
While no intruder could interfere or knock at doors

We shut tight to keep out any blight
That could queer the pitch
For you and I as we embarked on a flight
To lofty lands that no witch could reach

On a broomstick or a joystick
Despite their spite which knew no respite
Whether they lit a matchstick
Or spit serine serum, worsening their plight.