Making love, dear, is no arithmetic
Once or twice? Daily or every week?
How many times the clocks did tick?
Numbers won't make you orgasmic
Making love ain't no physics either
It's not the force nor the pressure
How hard nor deep does it matter
Technique does not set you on fire
Making love is all geometry silly
Touch those points the body goes jelly
The lines fingers trace - the thrill oh golly
Magic happens when whole surfaces dally!
Abhay B. Joshi