The department store window at night

Frames the workers' erotic delight:

Imbrications of limbs

Enact amorous whims

While the streetwalkers look on in fright.

When the anesthetized  patient awoke,

The young doctor, flushed, nervously spoke:

"You may think it's unclear

Why my dick's up your rear,

But I'm checking for polyps, no joke!"

A poststructuralist desperate for play

Found a cross-dressing hooker to lay.

When she unzipped her fly

To explain, "I'm a guy,"

He scoffed, "Gender distinction's passé."

Necrophilia's normal for Nate

Who will fuck a corpse on the first date

And though they are dead,

Often missing a head,

They still show more life than his mate.

I once knew a man quite penurious

Whose actions in bed I found curious:

After fucking his catch

He'd reach into her snatch

To reclaim his splooge, the girl furious.