If i were a sex superhero

i would not be:
the energizer bunny;
i work hard,
but i do not last.
i would not be:
a stallion;
i might buck,
but only a $6.50.
i would not be:
a stud-muffin;
bran, oat, and raisin
lacks attention.
i would not be:
the karma sutra;
regardless of position,
i go in all the same.
i would not be:
the BDSM;
i don’t think
pain is pleasure.
i would not be:
freely swinging;
more than one
is too much.
i would be:
give what i can;
to not strive
is to be selfish.
i would be:
put you first;
all the more reason
to come second.
i would be:
save room;
i like to eat
out for dessert.
i would be:
listen;
responding accordingly
to your body language.
i would be:
take any view;
as long as you
feel comfortable.
i would be:
never invade;
consent is
key to your lock.
finally,
i would be:
myself;
in hopes that
that is enough.

Refinement needs to scratch once and a while

i lack refinement,
at least to be considered
respectable,
knowledgeable,
or appreciated.
and how can i deny
their claims,
when my cultivation
was of my own.
vulgar attempts
to explanation
or creation,
leave me compelled
to continue.
an endless circle
of which i am
both cause
and
solution.