affection

I nervously conversed, uncertain of the psychic buttons

my cluttered fingers should touch, or what effect

to expect - responding easily, without creating

a belated tension, savouring our carnal fulfilment.

I spilt my semen inside your body, emerging

turgidly replete - feeling ritually proficient,

with the wished for mental badges dangling as bangles,

and with penis-points ticked off as passed.

At last it's done! Fondly, you didn't mock

my shockingly inadequate show of copulatory technique;

so I speak with my pride intact - an exemplification

of insatiable macho man, demonstrated!

I'm now at ease on sex, if men should pry,

for graduates can look them in the eye.