The Vilest Things (1970s)

Celibacy had made me vulnerable  
To those women who shared the condition.  
She, who fastened on to me, was able  
To arouse, yet guarded her inhibition.  
Cunnilingus cut it from underneath.  
So the vilest things awoke her body taut-  
Though her final cry came through gritted teeth-  
Relaxed and moist, it aided my retort.  
It seemed that her perfectly permed hair,  
Contrasting with a sprawling pubic waste,  
Did not simulate public-private wear  
But denied all that lay below the waist.  
She despised me for meeting her great needs,  
Yet gave me confidence for future deeds.