Technique is Heaven

 
I don’t recall when I’d forgotten how.  
One night it came to me while still in bed.  
 
The heavy quiet, static in my head  
That told me ‘take a picture of yourself’.  
 
You know, a selfie taken privately,  
At least that’s what the static said to me.  
 
And so I did or, drifting, planned to do  
As sleep was setting in, “just for a few”  
I murmured, and then put it on the ‘shelf’.  
 
But when I woke not knowing night or day  
I tried to think of something glib to say  
But shut my mouth my ego’s calling shots:  
 
You think you’re pretty slick, I told myself.  
I guess I am, look what I did, but when?  
 
I haven’t been with anyone but you.  
You still retain the things you knew back then.  
 
“Back then”, a time when I was free to be  
Exploring with my sensuality.  
 
You weren’t asleep, that selfie made you hot!  
But tell me how, I thought I had forgot!  
 
You needed to refresh one’s sense of touch,  
So with your ‘self’ in hand you did as much.  
 
I felt my fingers stroking to & 'fro,  
And said to me, ‘I'll do now what I know.’  
        
That's all there is to feed your woman’s bent,  
Technique is gold, technique is heaven-sent!  
 
 
 
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NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018