Sex

I think I wasn’t very good at sex,
she stated recently, age 70.
As if there were tutorials, complex,
athletic, something like pornography.
As if a mate who does my man expects
his way with her to mimic his with me.
I wonder they don’t know, though we share parts,
the act involves both genitals and hearts.

(Ottava Rima)

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