An Orgy Sonnet

Raising a glass to that one Satyr-day
When a naive hostess dimmed a light, and then
Six dicks said "Fuck?", and six pussies "Ok",
And turned a living room to Rome again.

Stripped quick to smiles, then splayed on the floor
Where tickles grew teeth, and genitals hot,
On beds of bodies, playing games of more
That a blushing hostess would soon be taught.

Franken-fucking, thrusting, lick and tribbing,
Sex smorgasborging, sucking that or there,
Taking, taken, complicit, approving
Of no one playing fair, though all was fair

And there, a grinning, glistening hostess soon
Staggered up and HOWLED to a dozen moons!