Festivate Fornication Poem by gershon hepner

For festive fornication give me wine,
apart from which all I require now
is holding both your melon breasts in mine,
and time, at least as much as you'll allow.
Strait is the gait for sinners but for lovers
it's wide, but if you want me to be frisky,
lie patiently for me between your covers
until I've fortified myself with whisky,
plus some Cialis to make sure I don’t
end up this evening with a beg-your-pardon,
in case precautions such as these ones won’t,
despite your wine and breasts, cause me to harden.
Lie patiently, I said, but tell the truth,
I want to hear the magic words, I love you,
Then pull on me as dentists do a tooth
to fill your cavity when I’m above you.

Inspired by Marc Porter-Zasada's response to my poem “Oh Mistress Mine”:


Ah, more of Gershon's 'The Couplet's Guide to Sex.' I say:

If only other poets weren't so coy with words,
And sang, on the whole, less tediously sweet of bees and birds.
If only they would broadcast clearer inspiration
To shy lovers, husbands, and wives.
I mean surely, they could improve our lives
With tips for better rhymed and more festive fornication.

11/20/08,11/27/08