Night Games Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He did and it was heavenly,
but then she said she had to pee,
retreat he yelled, the felon heard,
and to the dunny went the bird.
Quite eager when she hurried back
he found with ease her slippery track,
and sliding slowly was pure bliss,
if you don't know it, yes it IS!
They vacillated, first everting
then the reverse and, due to spurting
he rested some, though in the den
while she would slowly count to ten.
Awake, to arms, a soldier's battle,
and soon there'll be a tale to tattle,
this time he reached right to the end
and pressed the button that said SEND.
For fun and since it feels like heaven
they turned, configured to eleven,
much tighter and in slower motion,
but with identical devotion.
The night was young and in the morn
they were all smiles, with nothing torn.