Profane poetry!

It was a little after ten,

Someone was playing with my pen.

I was lying naked in her den,

I was sure that this is what they call zen.

As a chilly wind blew across my face;

I realised i just couldn't keep up with her pace!

I was sure this surely wasn't a race,

But I somehow knew i had to close my case.

I should've wacked myself with a broom;

I really should not have been in this room!!

I tried to tell her about my impending doom;

Before i went boom-boom-boom.

As i was finishing, i made a grab for her skirt;

And also held on to some stuff that was pert.

This was a situation I tried to avert;

But i can't help it if she were an expert:)