I'm not exactly a prude; but really
Talk of pillow'd talk is chilly
Count the times love has been sworn
And luridized with clothes unworn

And yet the morning comes too soon
With trophies won, a different tune
Lust is fun, but loving; kind
To romance, lust might not remind

Anyhow, who when and if't
What's said at climax is a gift
But sharing such and such for measure
Brings me sadness; little pleasure...