the target always is the spot
that by default is duly hot.
It’s called G-spot and is a nerve
its raison d’être is to serve
for quite exciting titillation
instead or during fornication.
The men who risk their very lives
with girlfriends, secretaries, wives
are therefore called G-men in brief,
and when they get there, wow, good grief.
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