Know Your Orgasm

is yours a horned-hat Viking,
pillaging the hinterlands
then fleeing for the longboats
sated with burgled booty
before the thought police turn up?

or a perspiring miner
delving for the sweetest seam,
the band of gold, the hidden spot,
which, once hit upon,
will never need working again?

mine's a timid country cousin
turning up for the family festival
once a blue movie moon
always unsure of a welcome
on thin Indian mattresses