Confession of a Guilty Mind

I was curious about sex,
Studied all about latex.
The moves were charted,
Couldn't wait to get started.
Wanted you to express,
Show me how to caress.
You were to impress,
Treat me like a princess.

Now I'm afraid of sex,
The invasion of T-Rex.
That "bummer"
Acts like a plumber.
Its overall mood,
Always seems good.
Its ecstasy,
Invades my privacy.

I'm scared of sex,
"It" doesn't want to flex.
It is always excited,
With energy unlimited.
Doesn't need Cannabis,
Viagra or Cialis.
Its effort is relentless,
Causes me to be restless.

Used to be excited about sex,
Now the thought is of vex.
Assumed it would be carefree,
Wasn't ready for a family tree.
The idea of conception,
Changed the whole perception.
Don't want you to play Rex,
It'll be handled by this hex.

I'm allergic about sex,
Cannot wait with Kleenex.
The pleasure "It" seeks,
Keeps me busy for forty weeks!
How will I alter
My life thereafter?
Life will be totally changed,
I'll end up mentally deranged.

Yes, I'm strict about sex,
You have to follow my Lex.
A little bit wouldn't be bad,
I need to be ironclad.
If you are sensible,
Let us be responsible.
I will only be ready,
When the relationship is steady.

I'm concerned about sex,
Don't want to be the vortex.
Let us try to make sense,
There's no scope for pretense.
You have to act smarter
And treat me like a partner.
If it has to be perpetual,
The pleasure has to be mutual.

So, am I confused about sex?
Yes, the feelings are perplex!
Don't want it on one hand,
Yet can't rule it out offhand.
Have to pay heed,
Cannot deny the need.
Sex will never get obsolete,
It'll make me feel complete.

Sure, I'm content about sex,
Drives our love to the apex.
It shows the desire,
Until we tire.
It comes as a bonus,
Lives don't get monotonous.
Sex makes our bond stronger,
I'm complaining no longer!