Now his sexual needs were less pressing;
Not mentally always undressing
The women he’d meet
And young girls in the street,
He found life, on the whole, less distressing.
Tag: sexual needs
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The gods fashioned the wood nymph to cater
For sexual needs in the satyr;
That creature, the faun,
Roots from dusk until dawn,
Rests a while, and then roots some more later!