There is no, ' she said <br />'no preparation for the penetration; <br />the shock of it <br />takes my breath <br />at each incidence <br />and only child birth <br />compares to it.' <br /> <br />That is what my mother said to me <br />one evening while knitting. <br /> <br />'It is always my dear the 'dangerous ending of love and petting' <br />because at some point it occurs.' <br /> <br />I found myself wound up with anticipation and some small dread. <br /> <br />'It is the lot, ' she said 'of we of the female persuasion. <br />We seek the feel of it like the cold dip in the ice pond <br />after the sauna. <br /> <br />'We Swedes do it this way; <br />it is is like the yin and the yang; <br />the needed and the shocking. <br />' <br />That is what my mother told me about sex.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-said/
