Chapter 1
Why twist like a pretzel,
Why balance on one knee?
Why require a yoga class,
For a night of ecstasy?
There’s something to be said,
For keeping things concise,
Two bodies face to face,
Which is frankly, rather nice.
No acrobatics are needed,
No furniture to move,
No chance of pulling something,
While we’re in our sexy groove.
You get the eyes, the kisses,
The laughter and the heat,
And if the bed is squeaking,
Well I think that’s pretty sweet!
So hail the trusty missionary,
The classic tried and true.
Sometimes the simplest position,
Is the best thing you can do.
