Taking You To Bed Poem by Randy McClave

I shall take you to bed and make you hot
Because, of me those symptoms you got,
I will make you ache and shake and also sweat
And I will feel ultimate joy with no regret.
"I will cause you to moan and also to groan
Even with your begging and pleading I will not leave you alone,
I will make you beg for mercy, and you'll beg for me to quit
But, I won't and that fact I will sternly admit.
I will exhaust you to the point where you will be relieved
And if you think I won't return, yourself you deceived,
When I'm finished I will make you weak for days
I will have made you hot and moan and groan in many ways.
You will then tell all your friends all about me
And how I never made you happy or comfy,
And how together we stayed up almost every night
It brought you exhaustion, but it brought me great delight.
Now I'm leaving you and I hope to return very soon
So, I once again can cause you to sway and swoon,
I took you to bed, and I had my way with you
All my love, The Flu.

Randy L. McClave