Virginbus Puerigque Canto Poem by Ramona Thompson

Virginibus puerigque canto
To maids and lads I sing
This bisexual need
Well I feed
Without fear
Without dread
For I have found
It is all that makes me feel alive
When otherwise I would most certainly feel dead
And so every night
At all my local singles bars, clubs and online, I search
Endlessly in that search for the perfect one
To quench my most unholy, monsterous thrist
Obsessed by desire
Addicted to the taste
I find that I can't get enough
Often taking two or four lovers in one night
Straight as an arrow in public
After hours, I'll do anyone in sight
Falling prisoner once more the demons of the night
Set free inside of me
I hate what I do and who I become
Still I would't give it up
Not even for all the cash and treasures in the world
Cos it just feels so good, too good
To be able to sit here and write out loud
About this tingling
Between my legs
So very amazing
I am dismayed and I am pleased
I am torn and I am whole
Caught forever it seems between these two worlds
As I break down and admit for the very first time
Here in a public forum
When it comes to the delights of the most sensual kind
Virginbus puerigque canto
To maids and lads I sing
And God help me
I love it!

2009 Ramona Thompson