Riff On Colleen Courtney's Love Without Sex Poem by David McLansky

Oh poet you much perplex
To join our hearts without sex;
Sex is an enhancer that magnifies
The Book of Love, oh cold romancer;

Do you expect me to lay with head in lap
And read the New York Times
While I could with a twist and snap;
Undrape your charms divine

And as your breasts hang, loose above
My parted waiting lips,
Come nurture me my emboldened love
I promise I’ll be quick.

But why must I hurry, oh dangling fruit
As I do the crossword puzzle;
Your nipples are a fine pursuit
As I squeeze them as I nuzzle.

Come put your breasts within my maw
Unhook your bulging lace
We break no human sacred law,
Come wave them in my face.