II: The Sex Poem

[Spoken]
In these troubling times
People are afraid of the word sex
You shouldn't be
For it is not sin
It's only the pleasure from within
The liberation one feels
The exploration one can learn
You should grasp it
For it is not sin
It's only magic from within
Whips, cords, and toys to use
A lovers paradise
A dream come true
The spot of the G
It's also a tool, to feel pleasure
A delight so good
Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty
Don't shy away
Don't act like a fool
Because Colonel Sanders says it best
It's finger lickin' good, good, good, good, good