........Missionary Man Poem by NikMorgan ...

Vanilla is the flavour he favours
Variety has too much spice
Blinkered in his outlook
Naughty can never be nice

Always stuck in position
Foreplay isn’t his game
A stickler for bedroom monotony
The story is always the same

The lights are off
So they fumble in the dark
His finger’s on the trigger
But he can’t fire a spark

Repressed
He never wants to try
His hang ups
Left her dry

With a passion statuesque
Push becomes shove
Sex is a dirty word
Only god is love