Photo by antonio filigno

Concealed, earthy member
hidden ‘neath modest skin
buried by bashful eyes
bidden there in fear of sin,
yet let a growing urge
recall to mind the farming
of the seed without which,
good lord, no mouths to
feed; but do not let the
urge subside ‘neath some
moral ambiguity; take heart,
take hand, maneuver ’til
it come and spill and fill
the well from which all
pleasure spring