A topic so terribly weird and complex is and remains the whole field of sex.
The concord of couples most often diverges when they must admit to dissimilar urges.
Porn has the power to make one feel glad, when really it’s only a film where two shag.
And heightening feelings of physical lust by using your hand, you’ll agree, is a must.
If she isn’t keen on giving you head, then watching it’s almost as good instead.
To get it you often must plead, beg and nag, yet rather too often it makes women gag.
Does porn – as is so often claimed to be true – Always degrade all the women in view?
Are feminists always correct when they say that all porn is bad, at all times of day?
Is using pornography some bad disease that migrates from father to son in the genes?
Yes, this book tells a family story that’s nothing for prudes, it’s far, far too gory.
