Ethereal

There is an ethereal beauty about her
So plain, and yet magnetically attractive
She holds some sort of healing remedy
That others can’t resist dipping into
Thanklessly, and without gratitude
To fulfil their personal needs and desires
Yet she continues to give graciously
Holding onto the hope that one day
She will not just be admired and desired
But honoured, respected, protected and loved

Controlled

So many seeking sex
Has it always been this way?
Or do we have more sexual freedom
Than back in the ‘Olden Days’?
But then think about Greece and Rome
And what’s coming from Pompeii,
Perhaps it could be argued
That somewhere we lost our way?
For are we not just animals
When it comes right down to it?
So why regulate and restrain,
Why not just go on out and do it?

The Belt

I bought you a present Sir
That I think you’ll rather like
It’s sure to make the kitten purr
Which causes you delight
Marking your territory will
Be quite simple I imagine
And trying to stay still
Will be my greatest challenge