Classic Poem

After I did it with her, the day I first did it with my wife,
it was the very second night after the day I did it,
O, no, it was the very first night, though I did it over half an hour,
my wife was not satisfied
I tried it hard, though not as far as with the girl
almost cutting off the tongue, I tried it hard to serve her,
but my wife was not satisfied

She seems to know that I grasped the point of her sex
She seems to sense it, if not clearly enough

Surprised, I become insensitive
what I was in the past
it's the moment of compassion, not the moment of ecstasy,
but the moment of compassion in deception

I discharged long after she did,
after holding back much longer than usual
though I could pass out a peak once more
If I deceived her so thoroughly
I should end up in the deception of myself.