Too many inside perhaps you’re aware
Each time I go down there I ponder and stare
Thinking for a moment before my fears overcome
Too easy for me and perhaps too hard for some

Bouncing around on a mattress of fun
Wondering how many before me had come
Into that are we all like to call taboo
Me and the others, the rest of your crew

Never know just how or when or wherever
Each one saying the sweetest, we all deserve her
Opening a pandoras box of delights
Spending most days and often most nights

It’s all part of life, supposedly we accept
Making each and every entrance a feeling inept
Hoping beyond all hope that mine was the best
Better for sure than most of the rest

When asking the question and receiving her number
No way to relax and stay for some slumber
Catapulted quickly into another dimension
This past that so obvious becoming an obsession

Nakedly looking into eyes that deceive
A small slit, quite exposed to a never-ending breeze
With mounds so delicious enjoyed by them all
This was my turn and in the end my curtain call

Hard to believe that at last, it has ended
Only with hurt that could never be mended
Grateful to have had my turn with this passion
Time to move on in an orderly fashion

Thinking back with fond memories tied to pure hate
Have ventured beyond that quite virginal gate
Knowing that mine was at the end of her line
Fearing also she’s ready for the next one to shine