For This Relief Much Thanks
Make love with me, become my life,
Pull all the stops on Pan’s sweet fife
Escaping nature’s tempting scenes
Into a sea of rampant genes.
We do not need a magic place
To drown me in that limpid face,
No summer wind and bosky trees
To bring me to my watery knees
Discover uses for your arms
Lest Venus outstrip those gentle charms
Unleashed to wield their awesome power
To hold me in a flagrant bower
Without the fish and noisy birds
We’ll find that bliss is more than words
Romantic raiment might be nice;
But Nature’s wardrobe will suffice.
Nor will a glut of shepherds gay
Help me say "you’ve made my day!"
Forget the poems in the book
Promise not to let them look.
I know you know I love your mind
For what it knows of my mankind
Do lie with me and make my life
And never ever tell my wife.
Light your dreams by Clio’s lamp,
Defend me from my writer’s cramp;
Sing hey for passion, ho for fun,
Bless all the poets; every one!
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