And so it seems the secret's out at last,
It had to be revealed in the end;
Once he's been in and out, know his repast
Will terminate: such intimacies end;
They lead one far from tea-cups, since his tongue
Would taste a richer brew, for he'd excite
New appetites and tendencies to run
Far deeper than boiled waters they soon blight;
Such intricacies, as they are undressed,
Mean she is conquered by the first foray;
See: he tells many stories; each impressed
Over their tea and made her sure to stay;
He will not shake a hand nor cough, but kiss
And dance them naked to his bed; a bout
Of sex will shake up mysteries to miss,
When he is in and that sly secret's out.
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