Air...or...Error?

It's many a man whose dreams are pink,
Yet with nary a probiotic bum
Thundering out an intestinal stink,
Amid a playful orgiastic scrum.

Nay! No nobleman would have it thus;
Some colorectal err in sixty nine
As concussive as a blunderbuss
To undermine a romance wine and dine...
For who dare risk such embarrassing blast
Amid the sweet, sweet, sacred act of love,
Or sabotage it when silently gassed;
Enigmatically dealt and smelt, whereof,

No poor soul would too proudly admit,
Should they, by brute miscalculation...shit.