my love for fishin comes to show day or night
I grab a pole and candy on the go
if I could fishin is where I’d be every day of the week
excitement is in the air when i feel a tug
out pops your pride
and my hearts desire
it grows with every cast
with one more push and a pull
you take it out and off
as I lay beside you
all I can think about
is how good that was

Mrs. Cynosure

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-fishin/