She held with gentle hands my face,
dressed in a see-through made of lace.
The Twins were teasing near my nipples
and caused Down Under swells and ripples.
This is the story's quick conclusion,
perhaps you'd image an illusion.
Or, better yet partake of love:
You play the hawk and he the dove.
Do not reverse this, lest you choose
to end you love life a recluse.
Herbert Nehrlich 2
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-34/
