Liaison

It was secret, a young lover’s tryst;
They excitedly, furtively kissed.
He hissed, “God, I adore you!
I long to explore you!”
“Then do,” she sighed, “if you insist!

Pyjamas

There’s a lot of debate re pyjamas,
Midst priests, rabbis, mullahs and lamas:
To sleep as one’s born?
Do pyjamas, when worn,
Act as moral and amorous armours?

Popes wear them, and both the Obamas,
Pearl buttons graced Vasco da Gama’s,
They’re not worn by nudists,
But enlightened buddhists
Say wearers are blessed with good karmas.

Raw silk is preferred by the charmers,
Plain cotton by housewives and farmers:
Defend them or scoff,
They’re good fun to take off;
Light relief in life’s sexual dramas.