Well, of course.

Besides obvious areas of my body, my mind also needs a good amount of stimulation too.

Any woman who can sit there and discuss their viewpoints of political parties of the 1940's is instantly ravished, I assure you.

Bittersweet winter's serenade
Nestled solely in artist's articulation
Words smithed for but a lover's iris
Gregarious affection admonished by foreign deceit
Ever yet, under tender scrutiny
Withered emaciated organ flourishes
Lunation adorations of nocturnal flesh
Bare thee love, of soul and bone
Abashed innocence based in unrequited glory
Eroticism veiled matrimony
True still, before in your guillotine
Ever wait, I quiver in tasteless anticipation
I grieve, I love

I can't do punctuation all that well, which I feel may subtract from the overall pacing of it, but poem is mediocre at best, so screw it ^^

My favorite cheating line is "I was never unfaithful to you in my heart".

Right, right, just in my bed.