NOT MY PLEASURE

I think your hopes for flings
Are rooted in fantasy
Rather than reality,
Given your responsibilities,
Worthy and important, too,
And of highest value to you;
It’s not a crime
To spend your time
On the greatest treasures
To your heart and mind.
I understand You’re a man
Who takes matters into hand,
Protecting his peeps and land.
It’s a worthy honor
I don’t dishonor,
Just respect
Though it neglects
My built-up dreams
To Release screams
Of withheld Pleasure
Beyond measure
At my Leisure,
Since I’d imagined
Sexual treasure
Beyond Wildest Measure.
But of course,
There’s always More
On that score,
At least for me,
Most Hastily.