Complaining
Whining
And whimpering
Wet the mood
Dampen and
Stamp out
Overtures
And rhapsodies of
Passion
What one needs
To whet the appetite
Are morsels of soft
Warm cozy sounds
Fond glances
Movements of ease and grace
To set the stage
Light the fires
Of desires
On the road to
Consummation
All it takes to postpone
Is a sigh, a whim
A sign, a wave
From senses fickle
That did not tickle
There is no science to making love
Better luck next time
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