Staking A Claim Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

We must be silent,
none is to know
or have suspicion
that there be
a thought amiss.
Let us rejoice
that darkness is
our trusted friend
and our voice
is now a whisper,
a romantic blend
of words that kiss
while bodies bend
in ecstasy,
though not for show
as deep inside
none would suspect
to find a foe
still half erect
not there to hide
but to assert
through carnal spurt
and lack of shame
his final claim.