This poem is just a bit of fun I want what she’s having, Yeah, her over there the one whose got the full body orgasm but without the flake and the sticky sauce. Forget Art classes I need to learn that Urban Tantra Thing To focus, channel my breath and squeeze – moving the energy from my genitals to my head Whilst breathing hard and fast. Don’t want to miss out on trying Tantric Boner Grinding Or titillating my yoni with a spot of yin yang gazing Get me to that Urban Tantra Thing Ignite my flame of passion with my pituitary and hypothalamus glands working over time Awaken my sexual energy Or just take me dogging… As we know meditation is crap.