Varnish

A Poem by Marc

Take this man
And break him into a puppy
Repress his desires
Teach him to embrace your limits
And engage in your directions
Foreplay sans flirtation
Is not the French way
But seems like the English way
And not much fun
Train your puppy to repress his passions
Until he's silently screaming from inside
And then call him a prude
While pouting for affection
Expecting him to open the floodgates
But its too late
The waters have slipped away
And the reservoir is dry