A Good Talking To

I imagine you walking around me,
(I am bent over touching my toes),
You're recounting adventures, my mind sees:
The ones where you divest the clothes
Of lovers and women, you've toyed with:
You enjoyed them, just as you liked,
Showing them off as possessions
And spanking them for the delight
It brings you and your chosen companions,
Though sometimes company's just you,
For why should you share a girl who is bare
Who needs more than a good talking to?