Did someone say rudery?
This must have done it before. It appears to be the title of a porn film, but that film gets too many web hits for me to easily determine whether it's been done as a poem.
How do I love thee? Let me count the lays.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
That I can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being--or of, at least, thy stays,
By sun and candle-light, and in the dark,
Face down, face up, as well as all the rest
Of the positions, naked, fully dressed,
And when thou're wearing my clothes for a lark,
On lawns, on desks, on tables where we've fed,
In bath-tubs, coaches, closets, and on floors,
On window sills and up against broad doors,
In hallways and occasionally in bed.
And if thou choose, the next time I come by,
I've thought of something else that we can try.
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